Mo Nanjue put his hands in his pockets, his beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, but the curve of the corners of his eyes was extremely sinister. The man pursed his thin lips tightly, and his gaze fell on Song Fang for a moment.

Song Fang only felt that there were tens of millions of sharp swords stabbing towards him.

Luo Tingsong stood behind Mo Nanjue, and kept stomping his feet at Song Fang with a shut-up gesture. He could hear what Song Fang said just now clearly. He knew better what his wife had. If he heard the most, he would say a few words to her, but today...

Mo Nanjue was so polite to come home with Tong Ran, which already shows his attitude. Is Song Fang's words to Tong Ran obviously looking for death?

Luo Tingsong finished wailing in his heart. He thought for a while and hurriedly walked over and stood beside Tong Ran, "Xiao Ran, are you okay?"

Tong Ran was frowning, and shook his head when he heard this, "It's okay."

"It's fine. Look, are you going home?" Luo Tingsong looked at Mo Nanjue in embarrassment, and saw that he still looked sinister, so he pushed Tong Ran out, "Your aunt and I have always been worried that you are outside alone, so she also cares about you. Besides, she is such a person, and she has always been like this before. You don't know that she has no malicious intentions..."

"Indeed," the person who answered Mo Nanjue, the corner of the man's mouth curled up coldly, "Mr. Luo, Tong Ran committed suicide and was hospitalized before, it seems that you have gone in vain."

Tong Ran was stunned when she heard this. She never knew about it, "Uncle, did you go that time when I was hospitalized?"

"This..." Luo Tingsong nodded quickly. The title changed from uncle to President Luo. It seemed that he really angered him. He was secretly frightened, "I have been there once, and it was invited by Master Jue..."

"Don't say that," Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, "You just said that I thought Tong Ran was alone outside. It seems that I don't exist in you at all, it's almost like a dead person. How can a dead person invite you?"

“…”

Luo Tingsong was blocked by his words and sweated coldly. Mo Nanjue hooked his fingers and Luo Shi could be razed to the ground immediately. He shook his head quickly and almost rushed over and slapped Song Fang. "No, Mr. Jue, you misunderstood. We all know that Xiaoran followed you. We all say at home that this is the blessing she has cultivated..."

"I know she followed me and scolded her like this," Mo Nanjue's eyes were colder and his voice was even colder. "Who scolded me is equivalent to scolding me. Scolding me at home every day is what you call the blessing of cultivation?"

“…”

Luo Tingsong's chin was almost falling off, his palms were covered in cold sweat, and his old face was very wrinkled, "Jue, Mr. Jue, I don't mean that..."

The man raised his chin slightly, "What does that mean?"

"No, this...I..."

Luo Tingsong couldn't make up a word for a long time, so he had to look at Tong Ran, "Xiao Ran, you know too..."

"What do she know?" Mo Nanjue said in a cold tone, "Didn't she advise Luo Xiao to sever his relationship with you? What else can she know?"

Song Fang hurriedly interrupted, "I just guessed it casually..."

"I can pull my woman to other men at will. If I really say it, what will you do torture her?"

Song Fang was stunned and curled her lips, "She and Xiao'er used to..."

"So Luo Xiao deserves to die."
Chapter completed!