Mo Nanjue did not answer. He simply turned and walked back with two faint words, "Thank you."
He had never thanked anyone before, and even this time it carried a touch of arrogance.
Old Uncle Wang turned his head to watch his tall silhouette, pursing his lips. This young man looked so handsome, he must be a wealthy person. Who would have thought he was so deep in love? How many rich people these days could be like that to a woman?
He smiled and shook his head, picked up his basket of vegetables, and went towards his small house.
Mo Nanjue returned to the sports car, gripping the steering wheel tightly. If Tong Ran had been hypnotized, without a doubt, only Luo Xiao could have done it.
Hypnotized for what? Needless to say, it was definitely not to inject Devil's Kiss. Tong Ran was in a coma all along, so Luo Xiao must have injected it directly.
What else could it be...
