"I don't want to wear a dress, I want to wear pants."
What was this monstrosity? A white velvet sweater, black bubble skirt—she hadn't worn a skirt in 800 years! How on earth would she fight in this rag?
This was the kind of outfit she'd play in when she was five, okay.
The maid reluctantly went downstairs, but soon came back, "Young Madam, Master Xiao said that you must wear this set today."
damn Master Xiao, micromanaging even this!
However, she did not dare challenge the authority and obediently put it on.
Looking at herself in the mirror, her brows tightly knitted, her unwilling expression written all over her face, the maid, however, was clicking her tongue in admiration, "Young Madam, this dress suits you very well, very pretty."
Pretty my foot!
Ou Lan sulkily packed her backpack, thought for a moment, and quietly inserted Zhan Moxiao's gun into it, it was hers if he didn't ask about it, haha.
After all, a few missing guns meant nothing to the Empire's Richest Family.
