"What a joke!" Tong Ran pushed his hand away, struggling to stand up, "Then where are you going?"
"I'm staying here, of course." Mo Nanjue put down his spoon.
"Then I'll stay here too," Tong Ran sat down on a chair nearby, "Are you waiting for Chen An to wake up? Fine, I'll wait with you."
"No way!" Mo Nanjue's expression hardened, Las Vegas was too chaotic, and not to mention how long he could survive, what if the Mo Family found out she was Tong Minghai's daughter? What then?
Besides, the matter with Su Qingtian hadn't been confirmed yet. He couldn't possibly let her stay in a place like this.
Mo Nanjue looked up at her face, his tone was undeniably firm, "Once your body recovers a bit, I'll send you back."
"I'm not going back!"
"You must go!"
The two glared at each other, Mo Nanjue's gaze darkened slightly, and he grabbed her wrist, "Tong Ran, you're asking for trouble, aren't you?!"
"You can beat me to death, I still won't leave!"
"Try saying that again?!"
