Under Hei Chai's gaze, and within the gloss of the red wine, Ou Lan recounted her story with Zhan Moxiao very calmly.
The private room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Unconsciously, Ou Lan found her eyes moistening, and when she reached the end and mentioned her intention to divorce Zhan Moxiao, two large teardrops fell, landing on the carpet.
It turned out that she would still shed tears for him.
She wasn't the kind of woman who could easily say she didn't love and simply let go.
Lin Ziran wrapped an arm around Ou Lan's shoulders, consoling her, "If you want to cry, let it out."
But Ou Lan forced back the tears, she truly didn't want to cry.
Lin Ziran had always known about Ou Lan and Zhan Moxiao's situation, so he was calm, but Hei Chai, hearing this for the first time, completely lost her composure, almost unable to hold her wine glass.
"Lanlan, the man you, you, you married, is really the richest man of the Zhelan Empire, Zhan Moxiao?"
