This thought made him feel exceptionally displeased.
What was it that Mo Nanjue didn't have, yet, he couldn't control a single woman?
Ever since she barged into his life and matched his tastes, he hadn't stopped trying to control her.
A game initiated by him, but in the end, she became the one who controlled the entire situation.
When he woke up in the manor villa, his hand reached out for her skin beside him and didn't find it, a sense of panic instantly washed over him.
He immediately sent people, helicopters, a carpet search, looking for her all through the night, and in the end, when he got to her, she actually told him she had accidentally fallen asleep on the lawn?!
This woman would rather sleep on the lawn in the middle of the night than by his side?!
Thinking this, the man's hand involuntarily tightened, pressing Tong Ran's delicate skin against the sharp corner of the sofa, causing heart-wrenching pain as tears welled up in her eyes, "Mo Nanjue, let go of me..."
