Ou Lan wanted to give Gu Manli another kick.
But before she could strike, Zhan Moxiao grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back. When she turned around, she collided with his intimidating, ink-dark eyes.
"Ou Xiaolan, you're really a disgrace, disgracing me, Zhan Moxiao!"
Master Xiao was utterly contemptuous. He didn't oppose fighting; in his younger years, he had fought countless times. But to strike someone from behind when you have the upper hand—was that the dignity and valor befitting a woman associated with Zhan Moxiao?
This little goblin he brought home needed some serious training, until she could face her enemies and defeat them utterly.
Yet Ou Lan was furious. Since when did fighting need dignity? Killing the opponent was the ultimate goal.
Damn, who cares about your face, and who asked you to force a marriage and thrust that big face onto her!
