Huo Zhanting grunted twice, and although he didn't finish his statement, An Lan already understood what he meant—Ouyang Yan had utterly depleted Ouyang Xiong's affection for her; it would naturally be difficult for her after returning.
She recalled the first time she met Ouyang Yan, who was arrogant and overbearing, and couldn't help shaking her head inwardly. Indeed, if one couldn't assert themselves, they would be dominated by others, even close kin could deliver a betraying blow at critical moments.
When Ouyang Yan came, she was full of pride, boasting about establishing a second Ouyang Real Estate in Binhai City. Yet, because of Xiao Yihe, as soon as she dove in, not even a splash was made before she vanished into silence. Sometimes, choices were really crucial.
Just as An Lan was reflecting inwardly, Huo Zhanting, dissatisfied with her daydreaming, leaned forward and kissed her soft red lips, the aggressive scent of the man snapping An Lan back to reality.
