It’s true that things and people change.

After just a few times the doorbell was ringing, someone came over to open the door, "Who?"

The one who opened the door was Tong Ran’s aunt Song Fang. When she looked up, she saw Mo Nanjue standing at the door, and subconsciously asked, “You are looking for…”

Before she finished speaking, she glanced at Tong Ran beside the man, and her face suddenly became cold, "So it was Xiao Ran who came."

"Is Xiao Ran here?" Luo Tingsong's voice came from the hall. Song Fang looked at Mo Nanjue. She was at home every day and would not read any news, so she didn't know him. She had obvious unhappiness on her face and made her move with a dark face. "Since you've come, come in."

Mo Nanjue pulled Tong Ran in, Luo Tingsong was wearing a coat, "Xiao Ran, why did you come home suddenly? Uncle is not planning to buy you some..."

He was obviously stunned when he raised his head, and the surprise on his old face could not be concealed. "Jue, Mr. Jue is here too," he looked at Tong Ran, "Xiao Ran, Mr. Jue is coming, why didn't you say earlier? No good food at home is ready..."

Tong Ran stood beside Mo Nanjue. She had always been afraid of this family. She bit her lower lip lightly, "Uncle, he also decided to come temporarily..."

Mo Nanjue reached out to hug her, his posture was intimate, and the man raised his handsome eyes lightly, "President Luo doesn't seem to welcome me very much."

Tong Ran hurriedly reached out to pull him.

"How is this possible? Sir, please sit down, I'll pour you tea..." Luo Tingsong pulled his wife, turned his eyes and walked into the inner hall.

"No need to worry about Luo," Mo Nanjue suddenly spoke, "I'm here to visit you today."

Luo Tingsong's eyes were frightened, and he didn't even dare to smile on his face. He had to turn around and be polite, "What are you talking about, Mr. Jue? We should visit you..."

Mo Nanjue smiled with a smile on his face, and that smile was like a killer of humans and ghosts. He let go of Tong Ran and walked over, handed the gift in his hand. The man curled his thin lips, "Uncle."

The simple words were heard, but Luo Tingsong was so scared that his hands trembled, and his old face turned pale in an instant.

Song Fang stood by and didn't dare to speak. Her husband was afraid that this would be the case. Moreover, she looked at Mo Nanjue as if he was not an ordinary person. Could it be that this dead girl brought back a God of Wealth?

How dare he reach out to pick it up? Mo Nanjue handed over the gift again and spoke very politely, "Uncle, this is the meeting gift I bought for you and your aunt."

Luo Tingsong secretly wiped his sweat. What is going on?

Seeing that he was still, Tong Ran stood beside him and shouted, "Uncle."

Luo Tingsong came to his senses only then, and he hurriedly reached out to take it, "Thank you, thank you for spending less money."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't you know if you are satisfied? If you are not satisfied, I will ask someone to change it and send it over."

"Satisfied, satisfied," Luo Tingsong nodded quickly. He had no idea what was in the bag. He held it in his hand and seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and his wrist bones were about to be broken. "Your Young Master, sit down first, Xiaoran and I will pour you tea..."

Mo Nanjue walked to the sofa and sat down, holding Tong Ran in his hand, "She doesn't have to go, she's used to resting at this point."

"Okay, OK, then let's go..."

Luo Tingsong pulled Song Fang into the kitchen like he escaped.

Tong Ran reached out and pushed him down, "Don't always hug me."
Chapter completed!