"It's not the same," Tong Ran looked at Mo Nanjue, and the softness in her eyes was clearly visible to Luo Xiao, "He is the one I love, and you are my family. Love and familial affection are unrelated, but familial ties are, if you have no relationship with uncle, how can we count as family?"
Mo Nanjue raised his eyelids slightly at her words; her little mouth was becoming more and more articulate, and every word resonated with him.
Luo Xiao bit his teeth tightly, these words hit him hard enough to take two steps back. He glanced at Luo Tingsong, "What if I still have a relationship with him?"
"Then you are still my brother."
Brother.
Luo Xiao felt it was ridiculously ironic, the thing he desperately tried to avoid was still pinned on him, how could he be content with that, "Xiao Ran, can't you just listen to me properly?"
Tong Ran looked him in the eye, "Alright, go ahead."
"It's not convenient to say here, let me take you somewhere quiet to talk."
