"..." Tong Ran nodded after hearing that, that's the look he should have, "Right."
"Then beg me."
"..."
The man raised his eyebrow, "Will you beg or not?"
"..."
"If you don't beg me, then..."
Slap—
Mo Nanjue looked surprised and covered his forehead, which had been slapped, "Tong Ran, you..."
"What do you mean 'you'? I hit you," Tong Ran gave him a cold look, withdrew her hand and got off the bed, put on her shoes, then looked at the plastic bag, "Take the stuff. I want to go home; sleeping in the hospital is uncomfortable."
After saying that, she walked towards the door, turned around and saw the man still sitting by the bed motionless, she frowned, "What are you still sitting there for?"
"..."
Mo Nanjue lowered his hand, didn't say much, got up, grabbed the bag, and followed her out.
When they reached the elevator, there seemed to be a faint thumping sound from above. It wasn't loud, Tong Ran suspiciously looked up, "What's that sound?"
