Ou Lan woke up feeling like she had been struck by lightning.
What? She had a childhood engagement with the Empire's Richest Man?
What a laughable daylight amusement.
She was just a poor girl who grew up in a slum, separated from the Tycoon Master by nine heavens, unable to reach even by flying, and yet suddenly, an absurd betrothal had appeared out of thin air.
Ha, it's a thunderbolt!
Sitting in her small, dark living room, looking at the young man dressed in a refined black suit, both competent and elegant, Ou Lan forced a smile, "This... Assistant Li, are you sure you haven't come to the wrong place?"
Li Dan was very respectful, his face showing a gentle smile, "Miss Ou, absolutely certain, years ago, it was my Master Xiao's grandfather, Mr. Zhan Juncheng, and your grandfather who personally arranged this marriage contract."
Haha, haha, Ou Lan was too exhausted to laugh.
