Ou Lan woke up feeling as if she had been struck by lightning.
What? She had a betrothal to the Empire's Richest Man?
What kind of international amusement is this?
She's just a poor girl who grew up eating gruel and vegetables in the slum, separated from the Tycoon Master by the heavens, can't even reach him by flying, and now suddenly a ghostly marriage contract pops out?
Oh, the thunder is rolling!
Sitting in her small and dark living room, looking at the young gentleman dressed in a black, fine suit, competent yet elegant, Ou Lan smiled awkwardly, "This... Assistant Li, are you sure you're in the right place?"
Li Dan was very courteous, showing a gentle smile, "Miss Ou, it's absolutely true. It was my grandfather, Master Xiao's grandfather, or Mr. Zhan Juncheng, and your grandfather who personally set the marriage contract back then."
Ha ha, ha ha, Ou Lan didn't even have the strength to smile anymore.
