"I just felt suffocated being cooped up for so long and wanted to go out to clear my mind, is that not okay?"
"No," the man rejected her bluntly.
What? Suffocated for too long?
Did she mean she felt suffocated by his presence?!
Was he really that unbearable to her?!
"..."
Tong Ran was thoroughly blocked by his simple 'no'. Just as she thought about what to say next, the owner, who had been rolling out dough in the innermost part of the small kitchen, came out with a rolling pin in hand. Knowing that Tong Ran was alone outside, he asked, "Young lady, what happened just now..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the sight in front of him made the nearly fifty-year-old owner's eyes widen in shock!
Who... Who were these people?!
Almost at the moment he stepped out, the men in black behind Mo Nanjue swiftly pulled out their guns, quickly cocked them, and pointed the dark muzzles directly at the owner!