No matter how reluctant he was, Zhan Lingtao still took the clothes to change. Ou Xiaolan had become the Queen of the house, no, the Demon Queen. Even his kingly father was obedient to her. What could he, a non-crown prince Young Prince, possibly do?
After Zhan Lingtao entered another room, Zhan Moxiao emerged, having changed into his clothes. A cheap red shirt, ash-grey leisure pants, and white canvas shoes—altogether they cost only a few tens of yuan, yet he managed to wear them with an air of nobility.
Of course, this look was different from his usual calm and elegant black and white attire. The bright colors made him appear to have a bit more of a young idol's charm.
Some people are born with nobility, thrown among beggars they would still be the Beggar King.
Ou Lan's heart thumped wildly. This man was unfairly attractive everywhere, and she really wanted to take a bite. It had nothing to do with love, she just couldn't resist this type of pink, fresh young meat.
