Tong Ran's eyes were pricked.
This car... she recognized it.
Mo Nanjue reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. The man obviously also saw that car, squinting his eyes as a sharpness poured from them.
The black Porsche did not stop at the side but kept coming towards them, inch by inch, almost hitting them before it finally stopped, brushing past their bodies.
Tong Ran frowned.
After the car steadied, the driver's door opened, and Luo Xiao got out, his gaze fixating directly on Tong Ran.
His gaze was almost greedy, as Luo Xiao couldn't even imagine how intense the longing had become. Staring at Tong Ran's little face, he felt a warmth sweep through his chest, indescribably comfortable, "Xiao Ran."
Mo Nanjue squinted slightly, the five fingers on Tong Ran's shoulder clenching, "President Luo came so late, did you pick out a coffin?"
Luo Xiao took a deep breath, his gaze still not leaving Tong Ran, "Young Master Jue, long time no see."
