Mo Nanjue stood up, towering over her bedside with a cold gaze, "Not even half a sentence, in fact."
Having said that, the man narrowed his eyes and walked out of the room.
Bang—
The door was forcefully slammed shut.
"Keep watch! If she takes one step out of the room, you'll pay with your hands and feet!"
The violent roar sounded immediately from downstairs.
"Yes, Young Master!"
"Yes!"
...
Tong Ran lay in bed, listening to the servants' firm responses, and lifted her gaze to the ceiling adorned with a crystal chandelier.
Back here again.
After all the circling, she had returned to this master bedroom.
From the night she crawled in, it was perhaps destined that she would never really leave... It was her own fault.
The room was heated, and even though she bathed and changed clothes, she still felt indescribably messy inside.
He said that she had never spoken a single truth.
But why did he keep asking her things he clearly knew about? Over and over again?