Zhan Lingtao lay on the sofa, his voice mournful, "Think of something, Ou Xiaolan, I'm afraid I might lose my mind from hunger soon and end up gnawing on Ah Xiong alive."
Ou Lan racked her brains but couldn't come up with anything. If she took Zhan Lingtao out for a meal, she feared that Moxiao would lock the castle's doors and not let them back in—then they would be homeless.
As she was pondering, Liu Feng came back.
Ou Lan looked up at him, "Liu Feng, how is Chu Xinzhi doing?"
Liu Feng, "She's been vomiting since she woke up, disoriented."
Ou Lan heaved a sigh, "Damn, she's so fragile."
Zhan Lingtao tugged at her sleeve, "Stop lamenting about others for now. Let's think of something to eat."
Ou Lan glanced at Liu Feng, then a scheme suddenly came to her, "That stinky man, Moxiao, has been acting up these past few days. Now he nearly doesn't remember who he is. It's time to teach him a lesson today."
Zhan Lingtao's eyes widened instantly, "What do you want to do?"
