"..." Isn't he?
Getting jealous over a broken photo frame for so long, there aren't many like him in the world. Tong Ran's lips curved into a slight smile, "Aren't you the King of Jealousy?"
But Mo Nanjue didn't smile. He looked into her eyes and repeated, "Tong Ran, he broke a pinky finger for you."
The slight smile on Tong Ran's lips froze. She looked back at him, "So?"
Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly, "I don't believe you're not upset."
Tong Ran lowered her head to look at her abdomen, "Mo Nanjue, you know about the miscarriage, right?"
"Cut it out," the man domineeringly reached out to hold her face, "You hid that from me, and I'll settle that with you later. Right now, tell me, how did you feel when you heard what I said?"
"It hurts like hell, you're pinching me again!" Tong Ran swatted his hand away and frowned, "Which sentence?"
The man repeated impatiently, wondering if this woman's hearing was impaired, "He broke a pinky finger for you."
"Who?"
"Luo Xiao."
