"Brother," Tong Ran looked him in the eye, leaning on the man beside her. This was the courtyard where they had grown up together, and she had never imagined a scene like this would unfold. "You were always my brother."
Mo Nanjue raised an eyebrow, a wave of uncontainable satisfaction surged in his heart. This woman was unexpectedly obedient today.
Luo Xiao's hanging hand began to tremble, disbelief shining in his eyes, "Xiao Ran, you know I love you..."
Fu Qingshuang, standing behind, couldn't bear to listen any longer. She stepped forward and grabbed Luo Xiao's hand, "Xiao, let's go back first..."
"Get lost!"
"Let's leave," Tong Ran no longer looked at him, leaning against Mo Nanjue, "Uncle should have the meal ready. Weren't you hungry?"
"Okay."
