Mo Nanjue pressed his thin lips together, his vision blurred. Seeing this, Tong Ran waved her hand in front of his eyes, "Mo Nanjue?"
The man came back to his senses, and Tong Ran pinched the back of his hand, "I'm talking to you!"
Mo Nanjue stared at her small face, his gaze flickering, "Okay."
"You were distracted just now. What were you thinking about?"
"Nothing."
"You've been like this lately. Are you hiding something from me?" Tong Ran leaned closer, "Could it be that your first love girlfriend from the United States contacted you?"
"..."
Mo Nanjue's mouth twitched a few times. Tong Ran asked again, "Did she ask you out? I want to have a meal with her."
The man, upon hearing this, instinctively blurted out, "What meal would you have with her?"
"You..." Tong Ran's eyes widened, "You really have a first love girlfriend in the United States?!"
Mo Nanjue raised his hand to his forehead. Please, no... he could only put his arm around her shoulder, "Just joking."
