Just sitting here waiting to be eaten by a wolf?!
"..."
"I see those legs of yours are only suitable for running around the office every day, with the occasional workout."
"..."
At a time like this, does this man really have to speak like that?
It was only because it was forcefully intercepted that the white wolf bit down, and now, sensing its master's familiar scent, it opened its mouth to release the man's arm. The arrogance and haughtiness disappeared in an instant, and, looking pitiful, it backed away a few steps, whimpering softly.
Only then did Mo Nanjue relax his arm, allowing Tong Ran to plant her feet firmly on the ground. Although the white wolf was not friendly toward her, it dared not approach any further due to the presence of its master.
"Are you alright?" Tong Ran, still shaken, hurried to grasp his arm, looking down intently at the wound. "Does it hurt a lot? Should I call..."
As she drew closer to him, Tong Ran realized that Mo Nanjue reeked of alcohol.
