"..."
The sweet talk sure comes naturally.
Tong Ran glanced at him from time to time, why does she always feel that this man has ulterior motives?
Mo Nanjue propped his hands on the edge of the table, this man is a natural clothes hanger, any outfit looks different on him, his handsome face pretended to be serious, "I'm doing this for your own good."
Tong Ran bit the rim of her cup, "What's good about it?"
"Meeting your uncle, it's a sign of responsibility for you, isn't it?"
"So?"
The man raised his eyebrows, "I'll tell them, you're my Mo Nanjue's woman."
"And then?"
"Then you'll have my label on you from now on."
"Finally?"
Mo Nanjue reached out to touch his nose, almost saying that he wanted Luo Xiao to take a good look.
Tong Ran glanced at him, not speaking. She got up to tidy up the tableware.
