The slightly intoxicated Zhan Moxiao frowned unhappily, "Who says I don't have a wife, I had a wife when I was nine years old."
Xie Shichen and Qin Qingnan still thought he was talking drunk, teasing him, "Then what's your wife's surname and name, how old is she, which prestigious family is she from?"
"Ou Lan, eleven years old this year, living at No. 101, Building 3, Courtyard 168, South City slum, Capital City."
As he rattled off a girl's age and address with such familiarity, a layer of tears even formed in his eyes as he spoke, unable to hide the deep longing.
Xie Shichen and Qin Qingnan looked at each other in disbelief.
After returning to Capital City, the first thing they did was go to the South City slum to look for her, and indeed they found such a girl named Ou Lan, who was still an elementary school student at the time.
