The weight pressing down on Tong Ran suddenly lifted, and she hurriedly propped herself on the windowsill to stand straight, almost collapsing to her knees.
Was this man a sadist?!
Her hand had already been stitched up, and her foot was cut, was he aiming to cripple her, leaving her half-paralyzed?!
If he had pressed down any harder, her back would have definitely made a cracking sound!
With this thought, Tong Ran frowned suspiciously, wondering if he had let her push him away so easily because he saw the beads of sweat on her forehead from the pain.
No, definitely not, the way he had pressed down on her with such force just now was clearly to cause her pain!
Tong Ran rubbed her waist, slowly regaining sensation, and as she turned to the side and was about to step away, a shadow enveloped her once more.
She lifted her eyelids, only to see Mo Nanjue with a grim face, hands clenched into fists, staring at her coldly.
When she moved to the left, he also moved to the left.
