Tong Ran picked up a piece of beef, put it in her mouth and chewed, but couldn't swallow it. She nodded, "Last night I overheard something at the stairway... It seemed like they wanted him to write some formula. The two subordinates who came up said to let him see his wife quickly, or the Hall Master would take his life when he returned."
Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, "His wife?"
He glanced at Tong Ran.
"...Isn't there a woman locked in the innermost room on the second floor?" Tong Ran put down her chopsticks, "It seems that all these people think that woman is called Tong Ran... Luo Xiao just said she's me, but I don't even know who she is."
Mo Nanjue curled his index finger slightly, letting out a cold laugh, "He really knows how to talk nonsense, every shape and size woman in his eyes is Tong Ran."
"..."
Tong Ran's throat choked, Steward Zhou poured her a cup of milk, "Miss Tong, if you don't eat now, it'll get cold."
