His change of topic was so sudden that Tong Ran felt confused. She stopped struggling and simply pushed him lightly, "Mo Nanjue, what's wrong with you?"
Why had he suddenly started talking about this...
Mo Nanjue hugged her tightly, his thin lips pressed together, saying nothing.
Today, as he entered the hotel, what he coincidentally witnessed was her drenched in red wine spilled by Fu Qingshuang. He had to admit, the scene of her biting her lip and frowning deeply imprinted itself on his heart.
The hotel was so large, yet her slender figure standing in the middle made him feel an urge to rush over and embrace her.
His heart gave a sudden painful throb.
For the first time, he discovered that he, in fact, felt pity for a woman.
Seeing her being bullied, seeing her bite her lip in suffering, it made him feel uncomfortable all over.
Back at the hotel, if she had spoken up, he could have dealt with Fu Qingshuang right away.
