Ou Lan's moves were incredibly swift, but this woman's reflexes were just as quick. As the pen flew towards her chest, she suddenly spun around, and the ballpoint pen grazed past her chest.
Right then, the office door opened, and Zhan Moxiao walked in with freshly squeezed juice, elegantly raising his hand to catch the flying pen.
Ou Lan and that woman were both stunned, but Zhan Moxiao didn't seem to be bothered, even smiling slightly, "What, sparring with martial arts?"
Before Ou Lan could speak, that woman already smiled brightly, "Yes, President, the Young Madam's skills are indeed remarkable; no wonder she could defeat Zixuan, Ziqing, and Fengdi."
Ou Lan mused, this woman can directly call Zhan Zixuan, Zhan Ziqing, and Zhan Fengdi by their names, it seems she has close ties with the Zhan Family.
Zhan Moxiao nodded slightly, walked to the sofa and handed the juice to Ou Lan, "Freshly squeezed, drink it."
