Looking at the girl filled with anticipation and a trace of guilty little flames in her eyes, Zhan Moxiao's heart buzzed with a dark little whirlwind. In terms of acting, the Little Goblin was at third rank, but he had already peaked, surpassing the ninth rank.
The typically cold and indifferent man was now deeply frowning, his tone melancholic, "It really is a coincidence, my fate is also quite tough."
Huh?
Ou Lan was dumbfounded, the plot development wasn't following the script?
Zhan Moxiao struggled to hide the mirth in his eyes as he vividly narrated a story he made up on the spot, "When I was very young, my father passed away, and my mother struggled alone to raise me. Things weren't going well, just like you said, flowers at home would wither, fish would die, and my mother often fell ill."
Ou Lan twisted her delicate eyebrows with difficulty, damn, how could this be so fateful?
