"Don't..." Tong Ran propped herself up during this interval and hurriedly grabbed his arm to speak, "Mo Nanjue, I'm hungry, let's go back to eat first, and then... okay?"
"Are you really hungry?"
"Really." Tong Ran nodded earnestly.
The man stared into her eyes and, after a long moment, let her go, turning his handsome face away in displeasure, "Let's go."
The driver was still worried about being executed by the Young Master at any moment; he cut off all sounds and movements from behind him, sitting up straight, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
"Aren't you moving?!" Mo Nanjue bellowed when he saw this, delivering a flying kick that almost ejected the driver's seat from the car, "Do you fucking want to die in the car?!"
"Yes, yes, Young Master, I'm moving right away..."
"Quickly!"
Tong Ran sat cautiously to one side, watching him with a face full of frustration, unknowingly curling her pink lips.
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