Mo Nanjue stood still, his expression shifting unpredictably. Luo Xiao also stood up, "You haven't told me yet, how is Xiao Ran?"
Mo Nanjue squinted coldly at him, "I don't want to say it a third time, hand over the antidote, you have one day."
Luo Xiao frowned and swallowed lightly, "The antidote... I can't hand it over."
Mo Nanjue's brows furrowed sharply as he lifted his gaze, "Say that again."
"I'm not joking," Luo Xiao released the hand clutching his shoulder, "I really can't hand it over."
"Can't hand it over?!"
Mo Nanjue grabbed his collar and slammed him back onto the soft chair with a thud, his knee pressing against his side, "So you really dare to say you can't hand it over!"
Blood seeped through the bandages on Luo Xiao's shoulder. He lowered his gaze slightly, "Mo Nanjue, if I could, I would hand it over too, but..."
