"Oh, that sounds nice. Do you really have the heart to do it?" Chen An looked at him knowingly. He knew Mo Nanjue well enough to know that if he truly had the heart to lay a hand on Tong Ran, he'd have to write his own name backward.
"Chen An, are you fucking itching for a beating?!"
"Come on, I'm not having a car shake with you, so I'm not itching." Chen An joked for a bit. Seeing Tong Ran's anxious little face sweating profusely, he realized that Mo Nanjue was seriously injured and hurriedly helped them both into the car.
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Inside the master bedroom of Imperial Dragon Mansion.
Mo Nanjue leaned against the headboard, his arm bite already stitched up. The problem wasn't that big, except...
"Is it very serious?" Tong Ran, who had changed into fresh clothes, stood anxiously by the bed. As soon as Chen An got up, he asked, "Does it need stitches?"
