Chapter 2015 Apart from you, what else can I not let go of?

"Are you asking me?" Tong Ran reached out and pulled out the magazine in his hand, and threw it aside with a snap. She stared into his eyes, "Mo Nanjue, this sentence should be me asking you, are you?

What else can’t be let go?”

Mo Nanjue's eyes narrowed slightly, and he clasped his hands together, "Besides you, what else can I not let go of?"

"How do I know!" Tong Ran stood up suddenly, her uncontrollable anger rushing upwards. She supported the edge of the table with both hands, "Did you have someone else you couldn't let go of during those four years? You never told me.

, I asked you where you were and you didn’t tell me, who you were talking to, you didn’t tell me, I asked you anything but you didn’t tell me, you refused to say anything! If you lie to me, you are lying to me!”

Mo Nanjue stared at her face, he just shook his head, "I didn't lie to you."

"You still said you didn't lie to me," Tong Ran choked, picking up the milk glass and placing it in the middle, "Okay, then tell me now, who have you been with these four years?"

"Chen An, Li Qin, Luo Xiao."

"Where?"

"London, England."

"Whose house do you live in?"

"Of course at home."

"Home?" Tong Ran clenched his palms, "You actually have your own home in the UK?"

Mo Nanjue raised his eyes to look at her, "You've learned quite a bit about picking keywords."

"Where did I choose the keyword?" Tong Ran's voice trembled, "You obviously said it yourself. You live at home and I'm not here. Where did you come from?"

Mo Nanjue's handsome face raised slightly, "Tong Ran, you know I didn't mean that."

"Then what do you mean? Tell me!"

Tong Ran suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled hard, the tablecloth slipped off, and all the dishes were swept to the ground, shattering all over the floor——

Mo Nanjue sat still, the coffee cup turned over, and the whole cup poured onto his bathrobe.

Tong Ran stood by the table, looking at the mess on the ground and gasping.

The man didn't wipe it. He raised his head slightly and said, "You don't have to eat now."

"Do you think I'm still in the mood to eat?" Tong Ran raised her face, her tone excited, "Mo Nanjue, you actually asked me if I would eat? How long are you going to lie to me?!"

"What did I lie to you about?"

"Do you have to say yes? Okay, I'll show you!"

Tong Ran turned around and ran towards the study. She staggered and almost fell down. She reached out to open the drawer, grabbed the letter and rushed out again.

Tong Ran slammed the entire letter over.

The envelope was hit on the face, and Mo Nanjue reached out to pick it up and put it on the table.

"Why didn't you speak?" Tong Ran reached out and pressed the letter, "Who wrote this?"

"Muchengfei."

She asked knowingly, "Who is Muchengfei?"

"One of the recognized heirs of the British Mufti Group."

"Then why did she write to you?"

Mo Nanjue raised his eyes slightly, "This is not written for me, but for Chen An."

"Are you still lying to me?" Tong Ran picked up the letter. It was covered with oil stains and could no longer be seen clearly. "It didn't indicate who the recipient was. If it was really written to Chen An, why didn't he write it?

Chen An’s name?!”

Mo Nanjue held her hand and picked up a tissue to wipe the oil stains on the back of her hand. "This may be other people's habits, I don't know."

Tong Ran withdrew her hand. She didn't know why, but she couldn't control her temper at all. She just felt a fire burning and tearing in her head, "Mo Nanjue, is this your reason?"
Chapter completed!