Do you want him to lie in the hospital every day, getting injections and taking medicine, being cared for like a dying person?
That's absolutely impossible.
Mo Nanjue let out a cold laugh, the curve of his lips laced with layers of chill, "If you can't find Luo Xiao, then don't. I'd rather he were dead. Do you expect me to beg him for the antidote?"
"Can't you threaten him?" Chen An grabbed his wrist as he was buttoning up, "You know his weak spot. Use that tape to trick him into giving you the antidote, and we can deal with the rest later, alright?"
Mo Nanjue shook off his hand and started walking out, "No way."
"Why are you so stubborn?" Chen An sidestepped to block his way, "Wouldn't you even hurt Tong Ran if it means saving your life?"
"Move aside."
"If you won't go, I will! I'll go tell Tong Ran right now..."
"You dare!" Mo Nanjue's face darkened, "Watch it, or I'll have your skin."
"You can try me."
