Hearing Ou Xiaolan chasing after him, Zhan Lingtao got so frightened that he raced into his own room with a yelp and swiftly shut the door.
Just in the nick of time, Ou Lan's little hand propped against the door, pushed it open with force.
"Hehehe..." She sneered as she squeezed into the room, "Zhan Xiaotuo, come on, let's have a good talk, shall we?"
Zhan Lingtao kept retreating backward in fear, "Talk about what, Ou Xiaolan?"
Ou Lan narrowed her eyes and flexed her wrists casually, looking ready to beat up a bratty child at any moment, "Let's talk about what you meant by saying Ah Xiong lost weight on the day of the art exhibition, huh?"
With nowhere left to retreat, Zhan Lingtao tumbled onto the bed, "Ou Xiaolan, you can't do this, weren't we tight? Didn't I help you scare off your rival in love?"
