The elevator doors closed completely, and Zhan Moxiao's face turned cold, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
He would get rid of Qiao Lin sooner or later.
Ou Lan looked up with a small face, "Honey, it seems like that Qiao Lin likes you."
Zhan Moxiao snorted coldly, "Just a wild chicken, don't mind her."
"It seems like she really resents me."
"One day, honey will help you get even."
Ou Lan playfully snuggled into the man's arms, giggling, "I can get even myself too. Although I can't touch her now, I will surely make her angry enough to explode with rage."
Zhan Moxiao looked down at the girl's little face and affectionately pinched her little nose, "You little ghost!"
...
After lunch, Zhan Moxiao thought Ou Lan would go back to the company with him, but Ou Lan said she wanted to watch Baili Mu skate.
