Ou Lan was furious to the extreme.
He needed to overcome nine wives to have a smooth life, he didn't need a wife to bring him luck, because he was fortunate enough himself; marrying her was just to add fodder for the cannons!
Damn, no wonder he so casually registered their marriage and brought her home. The clever her always knew—in what world would the Empire's Richest Man willingly marry a poor girl?
She absolutely refused to accept this. Poor people have tempers too and wouldn't let him manipulate them without a fight. Even if she was to be doomed, she would drag him down with her!
Right now, she really wanted to bite him to death, cruelly bite him to death, one bite at a time…
Watching the aura around the girl become fiercer and blazing like flames, Zhan Moxiao felt the timing was almost right. If he waited a second longer, the Little Goblin would lose control.
