Puhaha…
Ou Lan burst out laughing, "Okay, okay, my little hubby, go try it on."
Yet Zhan Lingtao was still not satisfied, "Ou Xiaolan, be serious!"
When she wore matching outfits with her dad, she would flatter him endlessly, but when she wore them with him, why was she so casual and even found it funny?
Ou Lan stifled her laughter and disdainfully spat out two words, "Stop it!"
Zhan Lingtao grew even more defiant, "Who's messing around? Didn't you say you'd eventually divorce my dad? Then, after you two divorce, I'll marry you."
"Aiyo, tsk tsk tsk…"
Ou Lan sized up Zhan Lingtao, finding it extremely funny—a little kid harboring such thoughts. She smiled and pinched Zhan Lingtao's cheek, "Okay, our woman-to-child relationship is set then. If you want to marry me, you need to help me divorce your dad first. You'll be my divorce guru, got it?"
"Okay!" Zhan Lingtao nodded vigorously, thus betraying his own father.
