Tong Ran bit her lower lip. Mo Nanjue swung his fist, smashing it into the wall beside her head with a bang. "I'd like to ask you, if the roles were reversed today and it was Chen An who pushed your dad down from upstairs, what would you do? Stab Chen An to death?"
His punch was extremely forceful, and Tong Ran felt as if her ears were about to split. She shook her head, "No..."
"Take back your tears for me," Mo Nanjue's handsome face was icy cold, his gaze bloodshot. "Every tear you shed feels like it dirties Chen An. He's the only family I have in this life. If it were me pushed down by your dad, I wouldn't say a word even if I broke my limbs, but Chen An can't. Do you know why?"
Tong Ran's pupils widened. Mo Nanjue released his hand, and her neck was suddenly free. She heard him say beside her ear, "Maybe it's because I owe you from a past life. I can be without complaints, but Chen An doesn't owe you; I owe him."
He backed away, and Tong Ran slid down against the wall.
