Another account? Is this man from the International Settlement Association?
"Young Master Jue, take care on your way..."
Compliments filled the air along the way, but Mo Nanjue didn't even glance at them as he directly sat into the Rolls-Royce parked at the door, holding Tong Ran in his arms.
Luo Xiao looked up, just in time to see the sports car disappearing into the night.
He could no longer remember how many times he had personally seen Mo Nanjue take Xiao Ran away.
From his side.
He clenched his fists tightly, and it took him a long time to suppress the heartache.
"Xiao, are you okay?" Fu Qingshuang got a towel from the waiter and carefully wiped the wine stains on Luo Xiao's shirt, "Let's go back quickly and change clothes, else you'll catch a cold."
Luo Xiao looked at her coldly, "Do you think this kind of fuss is fun?"
