Just like yesterday, at the staircase Zhan Lingtao, who was also ready for his morning run, encountered each other. Each of them snorted coldly and ignored the other.
They went downstairs one after another.
Ah Dai stood at the stairway entrance on the ground floor, smiling as she said good morning, "Young Madam, good morning."
Ou Lan, who had already regarded her as a rival in her imagination, went downstairs with a cold face. As she passed by Ah Dai, she even whispered a threat, "Hand over the album early. Otherwise, you'll regret it. I have eighteen kinds of torture."
Ah Dai looked bewildered and wronged. What album?
Walking behind her, Zhan Moxiao suddenly paused. It turned out Little Goblin had suspected the wrong person, hehehe…
