Tong Ran locked eyes with him, "Luo Xiao, is that formula really more important than your life?"
"The person more important than my life is you."
"Really?" Tong Ran turned her face away and smiled briefly. She stood up, walked to the table, picked up paper and pen, and then returned, pushing them in front of Luo Xiao, "Then write it down."
"I can't write it."
Tong Ran picked up the pen and placed it in his hand, "Write."
"I really can't write it," Luo Xiao instead grasped her hand, "That thing, I haven't even developed the antidote yet. I told you, but you didn't believe me."
Tong Ran scoffed angrily, throwing the pen forcefully to the ground, "You're too much!"
Meng Yao was startled, and when she rushed forward, Tong Ran had already grabbed Luo Xiao's collar. She swung him towards the tiles, and as Luo Xiao reacted, he'd already received a slap across his face, which was crisp and loud.
