"I'm perfectly fine," Mo Nanjue shook off her hand, "What are you here for?"
"Why are you acting?" Tong Ran completely ignored his words and grabbed his hand again, "Do you have some kind of unavoidable reason? Tell me, let's face it together, okay?"
"What kind of reason could I possibly have? Can't you change your habit of being overly sentimental?" Mo Nanjue pulled back his hand and shoved it into his pocket, his eyebrows and eyes completely devoid of emotion, "I find it amusing; clearly Luo Xiao's child and yet you're forcing it to be Mo Beiyan's. What if Luo Xiao finds out?"
Tong Ran choked on her words, "He's dead."
"Oh?" A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Nanjue's eyes, but he did not show it. He walked over to the table and sat down, "Better dead. Your whole family should die, saves me the trouble of doing it myself."
Su Qingtian was shocked and lifted her head, "What... Luo Xiao is dead?"
Mo Nanjue glanced at her, "Come here."
