Ou Lan couldn't quite explain the complex feelings that suddenly surged within her toward Zhan Lingtao. Annoyed, she scratched her head and said, "I could tell you, but you wouldn't understand. Just need to think of some other way."
Looking at Ou Lan's innocent and radiant face, Lin Ziran complained, "Ou Xiaolan, I must have owed you something in my past life."
...
For some reason, Ou Lan felt a sudden surge of concern in her heart. Throughout the day, she frequently checked her watch, afraid of missing the time to pick Zhan Lingtao up from school.
After her classes in the afternoon, she drove early to the Royal Duke to wait. She decided to take him home and enjoy the chicken noodle soup her dad had made.
Picking up Zhan Lingtao, they drove together toward South City.
"Zhan Xiaotuo, how about having noodle soup at my place tonight?"
"Sure."
Zhan Lingtao didn't object; in fact, he quite missed that taste—Ou Chenghai's cooking was really good.
But...
