"If you say one more word of nonsense, I'll throw you off."
Mo Nanjue propped himself up on the railing with one hand, gasping for breath. The two exchanged a glance, and Chen An shook his head, "Jue, it's just a woman. Is she really worth all this?"
"Do you want to try and see if it's worth it?"
"..."
Chen An walked over to stand beside him, "Anyway, I've already told you what needed to be said."
Looking at him now made Mo Nanjue want to hit something. The man was still fuming, and he seized on the conversation to pick a fight, "So? You want me to give you a grand gesture of gratitude?"
"... No, I don't want that," Chen An wanted to wave his hand, but realized he couldn't even lift his arm. The pain was unbearable — damn, he hit really hard. "Anyway, don't tell Tong Ran that I told you."
Mo Nanjue immediately retorted, "Cut the wordplay. If I don't say it's you who told me, what then? Did I magically see it happening with a damn third eye?"
