Tong Ran's eyes flashed with pain, as the guards didn't give them a chance to speak, forcing the two of them to kneel on the ground.
Tong Ran glanced aside, Mo Nanjue was sitting in the chair, playing with the ring in his hand. His exquisite face looked even thinner than yesterday. She didn't believe he couldn't see her looking at him, but he didn't even lift his gaze, and the indifference at the corners of his eyes and brows was chilling.
Su Qingtian placed a cup of tea beside him, and Mo Nanjue picked it up, "Sit down and rest for a while."
Su Qingtian was taken aback and quickly shook her head, Mo Nanjue pulled her wrist, drawing her into his embrace, "Sit on my lap."
Su Qingtian was astonished, the whole person was enveloped by the man, Mo Nanjue placed her on his lap, with one arm around her waist, he jiggled his leg, "Was last night exhausting?"
