Mo Nanjue sneered, "What, are you so eager for your dad to die?"
Luo Xiao looked up at him, "Mo Nanjue, don't play tricks. Xiao Ran hasn't woken up, you can't afford it."
Mo Nanjue coldly raised an eyebrow, turned his gaze away, and reached out to take the silenced gun.
Luo Xiao withdrew his hand and suddenly spoke, "If it weren't for Xiao Ran, perhaps we would be great partners."
"Don't think too highly of yourself," Mo Nanjue gave him a cold glance, "working with Mo Beiyan, sooner or later you'll be burnt beyond recognition."
Luo Xiao smiled faintly, "He's much more ruthless than you."
"That's because he has no heart."
Mo Nanjue finished speaking and turned to walk away. After a few steps, several cars stopped beside him. The man didn't look back, just stepped in.
Only after the cars disappeared from sight did Luo Xiao withdraw his gaze. He turned around to find Leng Qing standing behind him, "Young Master."
Luo Xiao didn't say anything and walked back.
