Zhan Moxiao was a legendary figure.
Before the age of twenty-three, he had been a general in the military, bloodthirsty and ruthless, and on the battlefield, he was known as the Undying god. After twenty-three, he retired from the military and went into business, astonishingly becoming the Empire's richest man within just five years.
Facing such an extraordinary legend, Ou Lan began to feel a bit scared.
Li Dan respectfully stepped forward and opened the car door, "Miss Ou, please get in the car."
Ou Lan turned her head to look at the man sitting in the back seat and felt a wave of cold air hit her.
The man in the car was cold and solemn, dressed in a black designer suit with obsidian buttons, and his eyes sharp like a hawk's, gleaming faintly in the dim light.
His physique was robust and upright, every line of his body as if sculpted by Michelangelo himself, angular and precise, his presence commanding like a War God.
Normally fearless and only afraid of having no fights to engage in, Ou Lan instinctively retracted her spikes in front of this man, like a little demon encountering a heavenly god, involuntarily shrinking down.
"Moxiao, Master Xiao." Everyone addressed Zhan Moxiao respectfully as Master Xiao, and Ou Lan did not dare to be an exception.
Although she called him respectfully, in her heart she couldn't help but secretly exclaim, Damn, did this man age backward? At twenty-eight, he still had a face that looked like a youthful twenty-something.
"Hmm," Zhan Moxiao responded indifferently, his narrow phoenix eyes briefly sweeping across the girl's face before looking straight ahead, ignoring her, appearing very cold.
Only he knew that, in the moment he looked away, he hid the smile in his eyes.
Heh, little wild cat, he thought she would come armed to the teeth to resist this marriage, but the moment she saw him, she automatically turned into a pretender lamb.
The corner of his eye constantly watched the delicate beauty of the girl, and his body, celibate for twenty-eight years, began to feel a slight warmth.
The girl had a stunningly beautiful face, a graceful figure, her hair done up in a neat Bun Hairstyle, revealing cute little earlobes, and her whole body exuded a faint fragrance, like orchids in a secluded valley.
He was very pleased with her.
One hundred percent Little Goblin.
The atmosphere was tense for a moment, suddenly, Zhan Moxiao turned to look at her, an overwhelming presence as formidable as Mount Tai, "Get in the car!"
Ou Lan quickly got into the car and sat down properly.
This man effortlessly exuded an intimidating aura, and even the habitually unruly Little Goblin dared not disobey, not only obeying him by getting in the car but also trying hard to disguise herself as a lady, sitting so straight her back was even straighter than a ruler, her beautiful lips stiffly curving into a smile.
While pretending, Ou Lan scolded herself in her mind: Coward, what are you afraid of?
Li Dan, suppressing his amusement, closed the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and drove away.
After a while, Ou Lan realized that she was here to speak clearly with him, to cancel this marriage arrangement.
So, she cleared her throat slightly, "Master Xiao, when my grandfather arranged this marriage with your grandfather, I had just been born, and you were only nine years old. From a human rights perspective, it's not fair to either of us, so... so this marriage arrangement should not count."
After speaking, Ou Lan carefully glanced sideways, hoping that this formidable Tycoon Master would not be infuriated to the point of crushing her like an ant.
After a few seconds of silence, Zhan Moxiao gave a slight nod, "Makes sense."
Ou Lan breathed a huge sigh of relief. It seemed that the Master was quite reasonable. But then, "Master Xiao, where are we going?"
Master Xiao was cold as ice, "Do I need to report my whereabouts to you?"