"Nanjue..."
"Get the hell out!" Mo Nanjue swung his hand to push Chen An away. His shoulders trembled violently as he lifted a vase beside him and smashed it forward. "Get out! All of you, get the fuck out!"
Bang—
The vase shattered right at Fu Qingshuang's feet, splattering mud all over her pants. She looked up, utterly shocked, "You all..."
Mo Nanjue raised his head to look at her.
Fu Qingshuang hadn't expected things to escalate to this point. She suddenly felt like laughing, a thrill coursing through her veins. "So, it's not only Luo Xiao's weak spot but also yours, Mo Nanjue... It's truly Heaven's will. You both love Tong Ran so much, but in the end, both of you are sons of her father's murderers!"
Indeed, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't win Luo Xiao's love, let alone Mo Nanjue's. But what did it matter?
Tong Ran managed to get the love of both of them, and now she finds herself the daughter of her father's murderers!
What a joke!
