But she couldn't really say anything either…
Moo Huantong thought of those few gunshots. She'd never experienced anything like that before, and felt a bit emotional. "Xiao Ran, I think… actually… I really kind of owe him an apology."
Tong Ran's lips twitched. "What do you owe him for?"
It's Mo Beiyan who owes Huanhuan…
"Honestly, at the end of the day, the first time I came to Zhongjing Court of Dreams to act, I shouldn't have slapped him before I left… Otherwise that night at Hking he wouldn't have insisted on dragging me along," Moo Huantong narrowed her eyes. "And the few times after that too, I kept making him look bad, so him being angry is normal."
When a person's heart feels warm… everything you look back on seems not that big a deal.
Tong Ran took a sip of juice. "Huanhuan, is it because he took a bullet for you that you're really touched?"
That was absolutely Mo Beiyan's self-directed stunt…
Even worse than Mo Nanjue!
