Mo Nanjue had a cold expression on his face, his dark eyes fierce and brooding, "Say that again?!"
Mo Beiyan pushed his hand away, "Not saying it, too tired."
Mo Nanjue swung his fist straight at his face, Mo Beiyan grabbed his fist, "Damn, I saved your woman, yet you still want to hit me?"
Mo Nanjue's chest heaved a few times, his mouth curved coldly, "She's not with Luo Xiao?"
"I also want to ask, where did Luo Xiao go?" Mo Beiyan raised an eyebrow, "At a time like this, if he's not here to snatch her, is he out of his mind?"
Mo Nanjue looked at him coldly, a hint of wariness in his eyes, "Why is she at your house?"
"She was walking alone on the street, of course, I'd take her home," Mo Beiyan smiled, "Aren't you grateful to me? Come on, call me 'brother' and let me hear it."
Mo Nanjue released his hand, face cold, and before Mo Beiyan could react, he turned and walked out.
"Hey, wait for me..."
