Ou Lan woke up with a feeling like she'd been struck by lightning.
What? She has an arranged marriage with the Empire's Richest Man?
What kind of sunny international play is this?
She's just a poor girl who grew up eating gruel in the slum, worlds apart from the Tycoon Master, can't even dream of flying up to his level, and yet there's this ghostly marriage agreement popping up.
Ha, it's thundering loud and clear.
Sitting in her small, dark living room at home, looking at the young man dressed in an elegant black suit with a refined air, Ou Lan awkwardly smiled, "You… Assistant Li, are you sure you're not at the wrong place?"
Li Dan was very respectful, with a gentle smile on his face, "Miss Ou, it's absolutely true. The engagement was personally arranged back then by my Master Xiao's grandfather, Mr. Zhan Juncheng, and your grandfather."
Hehe, hehe, Ou Lan had no energy left to laugh.
