The scene shifted again, with the girl walking in front, grumbling as she went about mischievous kids, wasteful brats, and how they squandered her Empire Currency.
The little boy followed behind with a bottle of mineral water, head down and looking sweet as if he had been fed half a jar of honey. No one had ever loved him in such a bizarre way like Ou Xiaolan did since he was a child.
Under the curious glances of passersby, they both got into a super luxury car and sped off into the distance.
After they left, Gu Manli slowly emerged from a corner, her face heavily made up with makeup frosted over with coldness. She slightly narrowed her eyes, her clear black-and-white pupils emitting a malicious light.
...
When they parked the car outside the Southern city slum, Ou Xiaolan ordered Zhan Lingtao to get out and walk home.
"Why?" Zhan Lingtao didn't understand.
