The man remained motionless, unsure if he heard anything.
Chen An squinted his eyes. Judging from this, it seemed nothing good happened. "Did you just go see Tong Ran?"
Mo Nanjue's voice was extremely indifferent, "Yeah."
"Did you two have a fight?"
"When did you start talking so much nonsense?"
"..."
Well, Chen An always felt a bit guilty. Being caught in the middle was tough. Last time, because he promised Tong Ran, and there was never a good chance to say anything. But this time, he could understand Tong Ran's original intention. However, as a man, if he were kept in the dark by a woman about something like this, he might punch himself to death if he ever found out.
Chen An pondered for a moment. This matter had to be told slowly; no one could accept it all at once. He reckoned he might get beaten to death by Mo Nanjue, "Nanjue, do you regret coming to China?"
"When did you become so effeminate?"
"..."
Chen An steadied himself, "Just making conversation."
