Mo Nanjue didn't want to say much. He held Tong Ran in his arms, turned around and walked towards the back, "Better than when I had a gun pointed at you."
Damn.
Mo Beiyan watched his back, "Choosing love over brothers."
Mo Nanjue's lips curled into a cold sneer, he stopped in his tracks, didn't look back, his voice exceptionally frosty, "Do you really have the nerve to say that to me?"
Mo Beiyan frowned, but didn't say another word.
The confidants on the side, knowing the backstory, also lowered their heads after hearing this, sighing...
Mo Nanjue's back was straight as a rod. He bent down holding Tong Ran and walked out through a side door from which the bricks had been removed. Outside, a brand new helicopter was parked on the lawn not far away.
Tong Ran nestled comfortably in his arms, "Where are we going?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"I'm fine with wherever you choose."
"I want to go..." Mo Nanjue lowered his head, his thin lips capturing hers, "inside you."
