Ou Lan didn't understand what Zhan Moxiao and Li Dan were discussing; she kept resisting and cursing, "Divorce, divorce, divorce right now!"
Zhan Moxiao suddenly frowned and "thump," he dropped the girl onto the sofa.
Ou Lan was thrown so hard she saw stars, but after recovering for two seconds, she struggled to sit up and glared up at the man, "Bastard!"
A cold smile played on Zhan Moxiao's lips, and the crimson in his eyes gradually faded, but the rage swirling in their depths only seemed to grow stronger.
He took a few steps forward, leaned over, and placed his hands on the back of the sofa behind the girl, trapping her between him and the sofa. His face was so close to hers that his breath fanned her face, and out of his mouth came words that were utterly indifferent, "Keep cursing, I'm listening."
The more Ou Lan looked at this man, the stranger he seemed. He had been so gentle before, but now he suddenly turned into a devil. Had she misjudged him in the past?
