Fu Qingshuang was staying in the ward. The doctor said there were signs of inflammation and infection, and the wound was not recovering well.

Luo Xiaogang took the medicine and was not awake yet.

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor. She looked at the sleeping man, hesitated and stood up.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Mo Nanjue standing at the door with a tall figure.

Her nerves suddenly tense up, and her hands were pressed against the door in a protective posture, "What are you doing?"

"What are you nervous? Can I still kill people in broad daylight?" Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, making people unable to see through his thoughts, "Why, Luo Xiao is not dead yet?"

Fu Qingshuang didn't dare to yell with him, she spoke vigilantly, "Young Master Jue, don't bother."

"Don't be too proud of him." Mo Nanjue sneered, and he glanced around, then walked to the next ward, reached out and pushed the door open.

"Don't go in-"

It was too late for Fu Qingshuang to shout. Mo Nanjue raised his legs and stepped in. Luo Tingsong was talking to Song Fang inside. When he saw someone coming in, he hurriedly shut up.

Song Fang looked nervous, as if afraid that the man would hear what they were talking about, so she stood up, "You, why are you here?"

Mo Nanjue put his hands in his pockets. He glanced coldly and said directly, "I'll tell you that from today on, Tong Ran has no relationship with your Luo family anymore. She can't meet you again. You don't want to see her again. If I find out that you have found her or something affects her, don't blame me for doing it."

Song Fang snorted coldly, not caring.

Luo Tingsong's expression froze when he heard this. No matter what, he still treated Tong Ran as his daughter. "Xiao Ran..."

Mo Nanjue narrowed his delicate corners, "This is what she means."

Luo Tingsong sighed. He knew that Tong Ran must be sad. If he stopped it, maybe he could be less sad. "Young Master Jue, I hope you can take good care of Xiao Ran..."

"If I were you, I would be able to slap Luo Xiao a few more times," Mo Nanjue's eyebrows were extremely cold, his whole body was covered with sinisterness, and the cold sarcasm at the corner of his mouth curled up, "You have given birth to a son that will last you for several lifetimes."

The man left this sentence and turned around and walked out.

Luo Tingsong covered his chest and fell back to the bed. Song Fang hurried to help him calm down. Luo Tingsong closed his eyes miserably. Mo Nanjue said nothing wrong, it was all his fault.

It's too late to make up for it now.

Fu Qingshuang hurriedly chased out, and sure enough, she saw Mo Nanjue pushing the door and entering the ward. She rushed in, but the man dodged her hand. He walked to the bedside and glanced at the person lying on the bed from a high place.

"No, Mr. Jue, I beg you-" Last night, Fu Qingshuang was already nervous, and she rushed over to block the bedside, "He has broken a little finger, those punishments are enough, you can't kill him!"

"One hundred fingers of Luo Xiao can't match a drop of blood from my woman," Mo Nanjue's eyes opened with a hint of cruelty, "It's not that I want to kill him, it's that he is seeking death."

After hearing this, Fu Qingshuang rushed directly to Luo Xiao, "If you want to kill him, kill me first--"

"What's going on?"

Suddenly, a sound came from the door. Leng Qing walked in, holding a medical record card in his hand. He looked at Mo Nanjue, shock flashed in his eyes, but was quickly covered up, "Who are you?"
Chapter completed!