Zhan Moxiao had driven back as fast as he could, eager to see the two feuding parties at home.
Upon returning to Ailan Castle, he entered the living room with forceful strides and saw Zhan Lingtao sitting alone and forlorn on the sofa, munching on peanuts. He frowned slightly, "Where's Ou Xiaolan?"
Zhan Lingtao, as if seeing a savior, suddenly stood up, pouting, "Dad, you're finally back. Please go check on the kitchen, is Ou Xiaolan about to demolish something for property development?"
Zhan Moxiao, puzzled, raised an eyebrow and was about to head to the kitchen when the door suddenly opened. A small woman, reeking of oily smoke and a burnt smell, flung herself at him, like a little flower bird.
She rushed straight into his arms.
She was wearing the floral dress she had bought today, indeed just like a little flower bird.
She had flung herself so quickly that he hadn't seen her clearly and instinctively stretched out his arms to embrace her fully.
