He didn't need to guess to know that it must have been the Eldest Young Master's doing. Mo Beiyan wouldn't spare Mo Nanjue, just like Madam would never spare the Second Madam.
So many years of debts—how could they be cleared in just a day or two?
Sigh...
***
When Mo Nanjue pushed the door open to enter the room, Tong Ran was packing.
She was packing her clothes into a suitcase, including her underwear. Seeing this, the man's face sank. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing? Planning to run away?!"
"You..." Tong Ran paused with a bra in her hand and hurriedly stuffed it into the suitcase. "How come you're up?"
Mo Nanjue tightened his grip on her wrist and pulled her toward him. Tong Ran struggled for a moment and surprisingly managed to push his hand away.
She was startled, not expecting to be able to push him away. She thought her strength had increased. Tong Ran placed her hands protectively in front of her. "Don't come any closer!"
