Mo Nanjue's handsome face darkened, "Tong Ran, say it again?!"
Tong Ran turned her face away, "I'm going out."
"Where are you going?"
"Home!"
"Home?" Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the mirror, holding her shoulders and forcing her down, "Who's living at your home?"
"My son."
"Your son?" Mo Nanjue lowered his head to press against her nose, "That's my son too!"
"Why is he yours?" Tong Ran glared at him defiantly, "Why don't you say he's Luo Xiao's too?"
"You dare mention Luo Xiao to me?!"
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
"Do you believe I'll go back and ruin him immediately?!"
"Then go ahead!"
Mo Nanjue grabbed her shoulders, his leg moved horizontally, making her nearly sit on his lap, "In these four years, did you miss Luo Xiao?"
"No," Tong Ran sniffled, "I only have my son, I don't miss anyone."
The man's face looked terrible, "You don't miss me?"
"No, having my son is enough," Tong Ran glanced at his expression, "Now I only love my son."
