"..."
As the words left his mouth, Mo Nanjue was almost driven to a fit of anger. With a stiff expression and an icy glare, he looked up, "Should I thank you for digging this hole for me?"
The threat in the man's words was obvious.
Tong Ran wouldn't dare to say yes; she quickly shook her head, bent down and stuffed an orange into his hand, "You, you use it first, I, I'll go take a shower."
She turned and left.
Mo Nanjue stared at the orange in his hand, juice seeping out from the gouged part, cold and sticky. The man felt lines of frustration forming on his forehead, his face so dark it was frightening. "Tong Ran!"
The shout was full of anger.
Tong Ran flinched, turning her head, "What's the matter with you?"
"What's the matter?" Mo Nanjue's handsome face was cold as he nearly crushed the orange, "You're actually asking me what's the matter?!"
Is something wrong with this woman's brain?!
