Lin Ziran's first impression of Zhan Moxiao was that the cold wind was blowing fiercely, and the knife-like rain was pouring down hard.
"Master Xiao." The girl who was still full of attitude and arrogance a moment ago now greeted the Empire's Richest Man with respect, wishing she could become a true lady herself.
"Hmm," despite obviously sitting there waiting to greet his wife's best friend, the proud Master Xiao only responded indifferently then stood up to go upstairs, "I have things to do, you girls have fun."
Lin Ziran kept her posture upright until Zhan Moxiao's figure disappeared at the staircase entrance, then she finally relaxed and wiped her forehead, "Truly the War God, he almost scared my Empire heart to death."
Ou Lan curled her lips, "What War God, he's more like a Living Yama."
After the initial shock, Lin Ziran began to marvel at the living room's decorations, "Damn, this is worth a fortune, that's simply unparalleled..."
