Ou Lan woke up feeling like she'd been struck by lightning.
What? She has a childhood betrothal with the Empire's Richest Man?
What kind of international joke is this?
She's just a poor girl who grew up in the slum, eating bran and swallowing vegetables, separated from the Tycoon Master by nine heavens, couldn't even fly up there, and somehow a marriage contract with a ghost popped out of nowhere.
Ha, thunder is rolling.
Sitting in her own small and dark living room, looking at the young man dressed in a black, well-tailored suit, both capable and elegant, Ou Lan grinned awkwardly, "Um... Assistant Li, are you sure you didn't come to the wrong place?"
Li Dan was very respectful, showing a gentle smile, "Miss Ou, it's absolutely true. Back then, it was my family's Master Xiao's grandfather, Mr. Zhan Juncheng, who personally arranged the marriage contract with your grandfather."
Haha, haha, Ou Lan didn't even have the strength to laugh anymore.
