Zhan Moxiao finally cracked a smile, "Don't strip it away, just use all your talent to do it. Even if it goes out of business, a mere shopping mall is nothing to me, but you'd better show me your growth. The future Madam of the House of Zhan can't just know how to fight and spew dirty words at Ou Lan every day, understood?"
Ou Lan nodded blankly, "So... what's this egg for?"
Master Xiao's face turned a bit awkward.
Why had he given her an egg? Because on a whim, he remembered a game she used to play as a child.
It was when she was eight years old, and he had returned to Capital City after completing a three-month mission. He hadn't seen his Little Goblin for so long, and he missed her terribly, so he drove his SUV to the Southern city slum and watched her from a distance, secretly.
When he found her, she and Lin Ziran were crouching by a dirty mud puddle, shaping mud balls, also known as throwing mud bombs, a game commonly played by children from poor families.
