"You ask me?" Tong Ran reached out and pulled out the magazine in his hand, threw it aside with a snap, and stared at his eyes, "Mo Nanjue, I should ask you this sentence, are you still nothing else you can't let go?"

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly, and he held his hands together, "What else can I let go except you?"

"How do I know!" Tong Ran stood up suddenly, and rushed up with anger with uncontrollable anger. She supported the edge of the table with both hands. "Did you have other people you can't let go in the past four years? You have never told me. I asked you where you are, you don't tell anyone, I don't tell you anything, you don't tell you anything! You lied to me, you are lying to me!"

Mo Nanjue stared at her face, and he just shook his head, "I didn't lie to you."

"You said you didn't lie to me," Tong Ran choked and she picked up the milk cup and put it in the middle, "Okay, then tell me now, who have you been with in the past four years?"

"Chen An, Li Qin, Luo Xiao."

"Where?"

"London, England."

“Who is living in?”

"Of course it's at home."

"Home?" Tong Ran clenched his palm, "Do you actually have your own home in the UK?"

Mo Nanjue raised his eyes to look at her, "You have learned a good job of choosing keywords."

"Where did I choose the keywords?" Tong Ran's voice trembled, "It's obviously what you said. You live at home and I'm not here, where did you come from?!"

Mo Nanjue raised his face slightly, "Tong Ran, you know I didn't mean that."

"Then what do you mean? Say it!"

Tong Ran suddenly reached out and pulled it hard, the dining tablecloth slid down, and all the dishes were swept to the ground, breaking all the floor with crackling.

Mo Nanjue sat down without moving, and his coffee cups flipped over and poured the entire cup on his bathrobe.

Tong Ran stood by the table, looking at the mess all over the ground, gasping for breath.

The man didn't wipe it, he raised his head lightly, "Now, you have nothing to eat."

"Do you think I'm still in the mood to eat?" Tong Ran raised her face, and she was excited. "Mo Nanjue, did you even ask me if I eat? When are you going to lie to me?!"

"What did I lie to you?"

"Do you have to say it? OK, I'll show you!"

Tong Ran turned around and ran towards the study. She staggered and almost fell down. She reached out and pulled open the drawer, grabbed the letter and rushed out again.

Tong Ran threw the whole letter over.

The envelope was smashed in his face, and Mo Nanjue reached out and picked it up and placed it on the table.

"Why don't you talk?" Tong Ran reached out and held the letter, "Who wrote this?"

"Mu Chengfei."

She asked knowingly, "Who is Mu Chengfei?"

"One of the recognized heirs of the British Mufei Group."

"Then why did she write to you?"

Mo Nanjue raised his eyes lightly, "This is not written for me, it is written for Chen An."

"Are you going to lie to me?" Tong Ran grabbed the letter, which was covered with oil stains, and could not see clearly. "There is no description of who the recipient is. If it was really written to Chen An, why not write Chen An's name?!"

Mo Nanjue held her hand, picked up a tissue and wiped the oil stains on the back of her hand, "This may be someone else's habit, and I don't know it either."
Chapter completed!