As he spoke, Mo Nanjue snapped his fingers towards the door, then reached to loosen his tie, "If you don't like braised dishes, you can have stir-fried or soup. I'm giving you a choice."
With those words, the man lifted his long leg and turned to walk out.
"Mo Nanjue, you bastard, beast, you're not human—"
Tong Ran took a few steps forward, grabbed a pillow, and hurled it towards the door, "You're clearly tormenting your own kind! You'll get your comeuppance!"
He actually used Nannan to threaten her?!
Does he have any humanity left at all?!
"Catch that cat for me."
"Yes, Young Master."
After Mo Nanjue went downstairs and got into the car, the man who had been looking down at the documents in the back seat turned his head to look at the third-floor master bedroom as the car approached the main gate.
Though the curtains were in the way, he could still clearly see her slender figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows.