Although she still wanted a divorce, that did not mean she would recklessly anger this man; when it was time to stroke his ego, she did exactly that.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ou Lan took Zhan Moxiao's hand and pulled him into her room, slamming the door shut with a "bang."
She looked up with a smile, ingratiatingly calling out, "Moxiao, Master Xiao."
But Master Xiao was not swayed by her act. He was much taller, towering a full head above her, looking down at her with a chilling gaze that locked onto her layer by layer.
"Ou Xiaolan, make yourself clear. Am I a disgrace, or am I embarrassing you, huh?"
Ou Lan had never felt ashamed of marrying Zhan Moxiao; nor did she think that showing him off in public was embarrassing. Instead, his presence shone brightly, like an unparalleled deity standing behind her.
The one who felt unworthy was her.
