"Joking?" Mo Nanjue's expression suddenly darkened, and he stepped forward, his imposing aura forcing one to unconsciously step back, "Luo Xiao, let me tell you, I'm not joking either. Tong Ran is my woman, and no matter what, she is my business, and has nothing to do with you. If you dare come close to her again, I'll make sure you won't even know how you closed your eyes in death!"
"Your woman?" Luo Xiao was about as tall as him. When he looked up, their distinctly different gazes clashed, and with a slight lift of his face, he struck home, "Mo Nanjue, if you can't protect her, why insist on keeping her by your side?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Nanjue's brows furrowed tightly. The image of Tong Ran holding a dagger as she stabbed toward his chest replayed in his mind, the blood gushing out as if piercing his heart. The man grunted softly, clutching his chest, as a trace of pain crossed his handsome face.
He hadn't protected her well...
