Yesterday, Zhan Moxiao had made it crystal clear that he was forced to marry her due to the military orders of the great general, indicating that he didn't like her one bit. Ou Lan seriously suspected that he would mysteriously kill her and find a third wife.
Many emotions flickered across the girl's pretty face. Zhan Moxiao felt an urge to crack open her little head to see what on earth she was thinking. Suddenly, he pinched her small chin and inspected the red marks on her face again, his brows faintly furrowed, "Useless!"
Ou Lan, not one to take it lying down, glared back at him boldly. Master Xiao's expression remained unchanged, his tone still the same, "If someone touches three inches of my land, I will dig up their ancestors' graves, you understand, hmm?"
Ou Lan stiffened her neck in defiance, "Wasn't it just returned with a beating?"
"Would you have been able to throw a punch with a vengeful effect if I weren't backing you up?"
Ou Lan was left speechless.
