After buying clothes, it was already noon, and Ou Lan took Zhan Lingtao for a quick bowl of street noodles before heading back to Ailan Castle.
Poor Zhan Lingtao, when he was with his dad, life was like heaven, but with Ou Lan, it was as if he had plummeted to bankruptcy overnight.
Yet, even so, he was willing to cheerfully follow around Ou Lan, feeling like he must have been poisoned.
In the car, Ou Lan rummaged through a big bag of spoils, chattering non-stop to Zhan Lingtao, "Hey, Xiao Tuo, all these clothes were bought for you. When you come to my house, you'll have to wear these."
Zhan Lingtao looked disdainfully at the few pieces of cheap material, "I wouldn't be caught dead wearing this trash."
"Tsk," Ou Lan glared sternly, looking exactly like a wicked stepmother, only missing a small branding iron of sin, "Then just don't come to my house."
