"Kill someone for me."

"Please tell me."

Han Mochen's cold eyes reflected a hint of evil, and the white window curtain beside him was floating faintly, like a ghost.

"Han Shaozhuo."

The phone was hung up, but the chill in his eyes did not disappear.

Anan is his and will always be his.

Nothing and no one can take her away from him.

Nothing works.

He wants to nip all possibilities in the cradle...

Han Mochen slowly raised his lips, and the coldness in his eyes was gradually replaced by strong paranoia and possessiveness.

Nan Xiao peered through the crack in the door and couldn't believe what she saw and heard.

She was stunned for a moment and realized that she couldn't stay here for long. She turned around and left quietly. She never thought that she would be noticed.

"who?"

Han Mochen hurriedly chased him out, suddenly feeling a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

After chasing back to his room, he felt relieved when he saw Nan Xiao sleeping soundly on the bed without even changing her posture.
Chapter completed!