After leaving Zhan Moxiao's study, Ou Lan's back was covered with a thick layer of sweat.
This time, she didn't curse herself for being weak because she was facing none other than a descent of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fiends, whose fate was so formidable it could split mountains and rupture the earth, and she had only one fragile life, unable to withstand his influence.
Looking down at the lunch box in her hands, she obediently ran downstairs and into the kitchen.
The third divorce plan was completely strangled in its cradle, so there was no use in even thinking about it anymore; the other party was not at all afraid of being influenced, but she was the one terrified.
What she had to do now was to consider what it meant to be a gentle and compliant wife.
