Bully Xiao left, and Zhan Lingtao ran off too. Ou Lan felt a burning frustration with nowhere to vent it. She glanced at the Black Card on the table and still picked it up and put it in her wallet.
Why not take it if it's free?
Returning to the bedroom, she began to pack her things, as if she would never return.
Indeed, that was what she thought: using the excuse of going home for the Mid-Autumn Festival with her dad, she would take all her belongings and then directly propose a divorce, separate, and never come back.
Actually, when she had moved into Ailan Castle, she didn't have much—just a few clothes and some books. After packing, all she had were two worn woven bags.
These two woven bags, placed on the floor, looked completely out of place in the luxurious room. She still wondered why Zhan Moxiao, who had watched her carry these two tattered bags into the room when she moved in, had never shown any disdain.
Perhaps he truly didn't like her and didn't care about her at all.
