Mo Nanjue stood with his hands in his pockets, his attractive almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, but the arc of his eye corners was extremely sinister. His thin lips were tightly pressed, and his gaze unwaveringly fell on Song Fang.
Song Fang felt as if a million sharp swords were piercing her.
Luo Tingsong stood behind Mo Nanjue, vehemently gesturing for Song Fang to keep quiet, almost stomping his feet in urgency. He had heard Song Fang's words crystal clear just now, and he knew his wife's personality better than anyone else. Normally, he would just tell her a few things if he heard, but today...
The fact that Mo Nanjue came home with Tong Ran in such a polite manner already showed his attitude. Wasn't Song Fang courting death by speaking to Tong Ran like that?
Luo Tingsong lamented inwardly that it was over. He thought for a moment and hurriedly walked over to stand beside Tong Ran, "Xiao Ran, are you alright?"
