Zhan Moxiao smiled but not quite, his voice indifferent, "I'm here to pick up my new bride."
As he said that, his gaze landed on Ou Lan's face, noting the striking red welts. His pupils shrank slightly, and his deep eyes turned as cold as an icy pool.
Gu Manli hesitated, looking back and forth a couple of times before screaming, "How is this possible?!"
Wen Nanping was also so shocked that her mouth hung open. Yes, how is this possible? Zhan Moxiao, as noble as a sun god, and Ou Lan, lowly as an ant—how did she become his new bride? Looking over the whole Capital City, it should be her precious daughter, Gu Manli who had the most right to marry Zhan Moxiao.
The man she coveted had been snatched away by Ou Lan, the person she despised the most and wanted dead. Consumed by disappointment and rage, Gu Manli lost all reason and pointed at Ou Lan, yelling loudly, "Ou Lan, you slut, what kind of seductive tricks did you use to bewitch Master Xiao?!"
