Mo Nanjue's attitude had already explained everything.
He knew Tong Ran wouldn't say that, besides, even if he took a thousand steps back, even if she did say it, Mo Nanjue wouldn't be able to let her go in this lifetime, even if she stabbed him with a knife, he would still stand by her side bleeding.
Su Qingtian was trembling all over, completely out of options, "Tong Ran, I will make you wish you were dead, even as a ghost I won't let you off!"
Bang!
The Men in Black beside raised a hand and fired a shot.
Su Qingtian recoiled, with a crash, the chandelier overhead was shot down, sprinkling her with shards of glass.
Some splattered on her face, Su Qingtian reached to brush them off, instantly leaving several scratch marks.
She lay with her upper body on the ground, tears rolling from her eyes, falling onto the cold surface.
Tong Ran turned away, Mo Nanjue held her head, letting her lean into his arms.
