The atmosphere in the restaurant had become so tense, it was as if the air had frozen solid.
No one noticed that a tall figure stood outside the restaurant door.
Yes, Zhan Moxiao had returned.
He had flown back in his own private helicopter, and as he hurried into the castle and arrived at the restaurant door, he happened to overhear the words spoken by Ou Lan.
A pleased smile spread across his handsome face, and his heart bloomed with beautiful roses, the flowers of love.
He was very satisfied with her performance.
He feared nothing, except for the ease with which she might give up on him.
Gunpowder seemed to fill the restaurant as Jing Nianhui began making harsh remarks, "Ou Lan, whether you divorce or not is not for you to decide. I wouldn't care whom you married into the Zhan Family, but you absolutely cannot be with my son, nor can my grandson continue to live with you. Today, I'm taking Xiao Tuo back to the Zhan Family. Think carefully about what you want in return."
