"You..." Su Qingtian thought he believed she wouldn't dare. She glanced at the man, who understood and hugged Huantong's waist, hanging her upside down by the window ledge, "Hurry up and send a car, we're not joking!"
"I'm not joking either," Mo Beiyan crossed his arms, "Push her."
Moo Huantong was hanging upside down by the window ledge, feeling nauseous. She wasn't completely unconscious; she still had some awareness, and her ears buzzed as if she could hear people speaking.
Moo Huantong slightly opened her eyes, her vision blurred as if covered by a veil, finding it hard to see anything clearly.
Su Qingtian noticed her fingers moved, kept silent, suddenly looked at Mo Beiyan, "You don't care about her?"
Moo Huantong's pupils shrank violently upon hearing this, her heart tightened.
Mo Beiyan's lips slightly curled, "What do you mean by caring? Like how you care for Mo Nanjue? Sorry, I'm not that stupid."
"..."
