Tong Ran paused, he has been here?
She looked towards Mo Nanjue. The man walked in and sat down, crossed one long leg over the other, and his gaze swept around before landing on her, "Just came to have a look around."
The elderly woman brought the basket of vegetables inside. Tong Ran smiled and moved closer to him, "You couldn't bear the thought of me anymore, couldn't suppress the longing, and that's why you came, right?"
Mo Nanjue shot her a cold glance, "Is it necessary for me to be unable to bear it?"
"What do you mean? Could it be that you can't bear it?" Tong Ran felt that the fire that had never been extinguished suddenly flared up again. She grabbed his hand, "Did someone help you deal with it when I wasn't there? Who? Your first love in America?"
"..."
Mo Nanjue raised his hand to support his forehead, she really can turn a chicken feather into a phoenix tail. He raised an eyebrow and simply stood up, ignoring her.
