Han Qingqing remained motionless, maintaining a defensive posture.
Tong Ran shifted her waist slightly, signaling Mo Nanjue to let go of her, but the man did not release his grip. She didn't struggle either and continued to persuade, "Qingqing, we can let bygones be bygones. Nobody will pursue the matter further. You can go back to studying or even study abroad if you like. You can do it together with Loh Cheng..."
However, Han Qingqing ignored her words completely. She looked left and right, and soon, her gaze fixed on Mo Nanjue's handsome face, revealing a deep, mad infatuation in her blood-red eyes. She softly called out, "Nanjue..."
The deeper the love, the deeper the pain. Han Qingqing loved Mo Nanjue desperately, and even though she was delirious at this moment, only he existed in her eyes and in her heart.
At her words, Mo Nanjue's handsome face darkened.
A man in black stepped aside, blocking Mo Nanjue and Tong Ran, "The name 'Nanjue,' is that for you to call?"
