When Zhan Moxiao became angry, Ou Lan's heart pounded even more intensely. She felt that he might actually skin her alive.
What should I do?
Without a backbone, Ou Lan glanced at Lin Ziran next to her and suddenly had a bright idea—pretend to sleep.
Zhan Moxiao scolded his innocent brother mercilessly. When he turned around, he saw the little lady had fallen asleep on the table, and his heart melted immediately.
Bending down, he picked up the woman and strode away, leaving a message behind, "Make sure Lin Ziran gets home safely."
"Understood." Xie Shichen sighed in relief, glad to have finally sent this god-like figure away, then turned to his subordinates and ordered, "Make sure this lady gets home safely. Also, Master Xiao's marriage is still a secret, so keep your mouths shut."
...
Inside Zhan Moxiao's extended luxury bullet-proof sedan, Ou Lan continued to pretend to sleep but gradually dozed off for real.
Exhausted and overwhelmed by the alcohol, she slept deeply.
