"Yes, I hurt too. If it weren't for you and Luo Xiao, we wouldn't be in pain," Mo Nanjue pointed to the room, "If he weren't Luo Xiao's father, he wouldn't have died, understand?"
Tong Ran stared at him intently. The man grabbed her arm forcefully and pinned her against the door, "Today, really take a good look at who's dying in front of you. Whether it's Han Qingqing or Luo Tingsong, they all deserve to die. Do you know why? Because they're the ones standing in the way between us, and it's inevitable they must die..."
"Stop saying that!"
"Why can't I say it?" He laid out the complex web of their relationships in other words, "Han Qingqing is your classmate, Luo Tingsong is your uncle. Their only value is for you to watch them die..."
Slap!
