Chen An sneered, "You decide when to understand, when to meet, by what right? Who do you think you are?"
Luo Xiao took a deep breath, "I don't want to joke with you."
"Luo Xiao," Chen An called out, then suddenly hesitated, "Is it Luo Xiao? If I hadn't read your file, I'd think your name was 'Brute'," he squinted his eyes, "I'm not joking with you either, I really don't have the time. When you go out, take a left. When you get hit by a car, many ghosts will joke around with you."
"..."
Luo Xiao's face turned cold. He didn't expect his words to be so sharp. He pursed his lips, "Xiao Ran has been arrested."
"Oh?" Chen An raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
"She took the blame for Mo Nanjue, she said she did it all..."
"Wait," Chen An interrupted, pointing at him, "I need to correct you, you got it wrong, it's not Mo Nanjue she's taking the blame for, it's you."
