Yeah, who could be so unlucky?
Ouyang Yan looked at the online comments, her face brimming with smugness.
The two daughters of her uncles, both at odds with her—whichever one got sent to marry Xiao Yihe, she'd be more than happy to watch the drama unfold. Thinking about how they'd hurriedly called her to mock her, both openly and slyly, after her own trouble started, she let out a cold snort.
Just then, the phone lying on the table suddenly buzzed loudly. She glanced at the screen and saw it was her father calling. Knowing exactly why he was calling, a trace of mockery flashed in her eyes—and she pretended not to hear it.
The caller was persistent, though. After five unanswered calls, Ouyang Yan finally picked up, as if doing him a favor. As soon as the call connected, Ouyang Xiong's furious voice blasted through, panting as if he could barely breathe.
