Suppressing her small bout of anger and grudge, Ou Lan stomped up the stairs with a "thud, thud, thud."
Li Dan spoke softly, "Master Xiao, isn't it a bit too harsh to be training the Young Madam like this when she's still just a child?"
"What, you feel sorry for her?"
The look in Master Xiao's eyes made Li Dan's spine chill, and he quickly shook his head, "I wouldn't dare, I'm not qualified to."
Zhan Moxiao rose and walked out, snorting coldly, "She's my woman, she doesn't need your pity."
"...Yes, Master Xiao."
Watching Zhan Moxiao's retreating figure, Li Dan wiped his forehead. Master Xiao's jealousy was unimaginably intense.
After ascending the stairs, Ou Lan quickly took a shower and climbed into bed, but no matter how she tossed and turned, she couldn't sleep. The unfamiliar environment and lifestyle made all 36,000 of her pores tense and uncomfortable.
