Tong Ran shivered and hurriedly pushed away Luo Xiao's hand, turning and running upstairs over the broken glass.
Mo Nanjue stood there motionless. As Tong Ran ran to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Mo Nanjue, they all lied to me, saying that Steward Zhou asked my uncle to kill my parents. How could that be possible?"
Mo Nanjue pressed his thin lips together without speaking. Tong Ran leaned on him dependently, "Quick, tell me they're lying... As long as you say it, I'll believe you. Hurry, say it..."
Mo Nanjue's handsome face was sullen. Tong Ran stared at his uncertain expression, and the smile on her face vanished instantly, "Is it true?"
This question made her palms sweat.
Mo Nanjue's hands were still behind his back. His gaze moved to her face, where there were still marks from a kiss at the corner of her eyes. He nodded lightly, "Yes."
Bang —
Tong Ran felt thunder crash over her head again. She abruptly let go of her hands and stepped back a few paces, "No..."
