Crash!
The photo frame rolled off the edge of the table and fell to the floor, with the front glass instantly shattering into two.
Mo Nanjue glanced down, shook his head, "Really fragile, it broke just like that."
Tong Ran: "..."
She didn't feel sorry; in fact, it didn't matter if the photo broke, because the scene inside had long been broken, and keeping the photo was meaningless. Tong Ran bent down to pick it up, but the man pulled her back, "Don't pick it up, you'll cut your hand."
She didn't insist, standing up with the man's force, as Mo Nanjue held her hand, "It's just a photo frame."
"I know, I don't blame you."
The man refused to admit it, "It's not like I broke it."
