Ou Lan, intent on starting over and leading a good life with him, couldn't endure Zhan Moxiao's words. Before he had finished speaking, she grabbed a pen from the table and threw it at him, "Zhan Moxiao, say that again, I dare you!"
Zhan Moxiao elegantly reached out his hand, caught the black pen, and smiled at his little wife's annoyed expression, "Am I not allowed to speak the truth anymore?"
Ou Lan pouted, grabbed the scissors from the medicine cart, walked over, and sat on the bed, glaring ferociously at Zhan Moxiao, "Did you just say you want to meet a new girl?"
"Cough, did I? Did I really say that?"
"Repeat what you just said."
"Cough, well, I realized my ex-wife is quite nice, remarriage... is also acceptable."
Ou Lan curved her lips in satisfaction, "Not bad, but that's not how it can be written in the magazine."
Zhan Moxiao looked at her with amusement and raised an eyebrow, "Then how should it be written?"
