"Yes, I just want to get rid of her child," Mo Nanjue looked at Tong Ran, his words mocking, "Did you hear that? I hate your child and I want it to die."
Tong Ran pushed Luo Xiao's hand away and stood up straight, avoiding the topic of the child, "Mo Nanjue, I don't think my parents are at fault. If my dad tried to harm you, he was either coerced or had no choice. He is a very honest and straightforward person, it's impossible for him to provoke a terrifying family like yours, the Mo Family, so my parents don't deserve to die."
Mo Nanjue stood still, his delicate brows and eyes hidden in the endless darkness, the side light above couldn't illuminate the road ahead, he met her gaze, "Such a family like ours, the Mo Family."
She said, a terrifying family like yours, the Mo Family.
What a statement.
The feelings he once confided in her were now turned against him, becoming the best weapon to wound him.
Tong Ran stared into his eyes, "Does that mean your mom isn't at fault either?"
