How deep Mo Nanjue's feelings for Tong Ran were, Steward Zhou had watched him grow up, so how could he not see it?
But...
It truly was a cursed relationship.
Mo Nanjue's gaze was extremely cold as he brushed past his shoulder and walked outside, "Make him leave quickly, or I will kill him."
Steward Zhou didn't dare to speak, Chen An grabbed his arm, "Alright, I'll take a step back. I won't ask you to be hospitalized, nor will I ask you to cooperate with my treatment, just let him stay by your side to take care of you, alright?"
"Let go."
"Mo Nanjue," Chen An stared at his exquisite profile, maybe it was his illusion, but he felt that he was starting to lose weight, once he lost weight, it would be a sign of worsening atrophy, he softened his tone, "Consider my plea to you, let him follow you, just to take care of your daily needs."
