In Zhan Moxiao's eyes, Ou Lan was like a pure white datura flower, clean and flawless, exuding an innocent fragrance.
He disliked anything unclean that might contaminate it.
The female boss of the bar, Chai Sijin, though he had never heard of her losing her chastity to any man, was a woman who had waded through men's waters. Even if she smartly preserved her innocence, compared to the girl he loved, she still seemed too sullied.
He didn't like Ou Lan dealing with such women.
So, his already gloomy mood from waiting worsened.
He ignored Hei Chai and walked directly to Ou Lan's side, bending down to carry her. "Let's go home."
Ou Lan naturally dodged his hand. "I don't want to go back to Ailan Castle."
Hei Chai, a clever woman, immediately surmised that this man was the rumored Zhan Moxiao and stepped forward, saying, "Mr. Zhan, Ou Lan doesn't want to go back with you, please don't make it difficult for her."
