She thought the man would find some grand-sounding excuse, such as the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, but the man uttered a few words without allowing any rebuttal, "Yeah, I've decided, and I've decided for you too."
Ou Lan suddenly felt that trying to reason with an authoritarian was truly a mistake.
He's decided, what is he, the almighty Emperor? Just because he's decided, does he think it has to be that way?
But that's not even the point, the point is, why the hell does he get to decide for me too, who does he think he is, the Demon God Emperor?
After staring at the girl's conflicted and angry face for three seconds, Zhan Moxiao lazily lowered his eyes, automatically ignoring her moodiness, his voice deep and pleasant as if it were the lowest string of a cello, "Today we'll go to your house to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival, and early tomorrow morning I'll have someone move your father-in-law's house."
