"Speak!" Mo Nanjue was still simmering with anger in his mind, and he figured it wouldn't burn out for the next few months. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. To think he had to endure in front of a woman. He pinned her shoulder, "Where else did Luo Xiao touch you?"
"No..."
She whimpered, and seeing that she wouldn't speak, Mo Nanjue simply went all out, biting every place he could reach, not even sparing her fingertips.
In the end, with a loud thud, the table made a cracking sound. Tong Ran sensed something was wrong and quickly reached out to grab his wrist, "It seems like it's going to collapse..."
Boom!
As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Nanjue reached out and scooped her up entirely. Just as Tong Ran's back left the table, the mahogany table completely split apart.
"..."
