Mo Nanjue looked away, a slight rolling in his throat, "Everything must take her safety as the premise. Without a life, there is nothing."
"Since you know, why not go to the hospital?"
"I've already lost it."
Mo Beiyan pulled out a cigarette and lit it, "I think she won't agree."
"Then force her to agree," Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly, "Make them believe the child is yours, make Tong Ran know refusing Su Lan means death, let her know I have no feelings for her anymore. I know her, when she's heartbroken and desperate, she will agree."
"The first two parts are okay, the key is the third part," Mo Beiyan lightly puffed out the smoke rings, flicking the cigarette, "You, someone so deep in love, I'm curious how you can make her lose hope."
