When Ou Lan sensed the aura of a king, her heart filled with pleasure, and a lovely curve naturally formed on her rosy lips.
She had lived at the very bottom of society since childhood, in the chaotic Southern city slum, struggling to survive. Because she was pretty, quite a few thugs wanted to bully her, and she and Lin Ziran had fought through life together.
She only hoped to earn a semblance of respect in her own class, to not be bullied, and to have her own dreams. But she had never imagined climbing to a higher social tier, eventually looking down on those who had bullied her.
However, today, Zhan Moxiao lifted her to the highest stratum, allowing her to thoroughly look down on those low on the social ladder—people who only dared to bully others in their own class while toadying up to those higher up, like servile clowns.
