The girl's figure retreating was so unyielding and resolute that Zhan Moxiao felt even nine oxen couldn't pull her back.
And so, he felt desperate.
He just sat there, unmoving, for half a day.
Meanwhile, after listening to such a long argument and hearing Ou Lan so firmly insist on a divorce, then watching her walk steadily into the dining room, Zhan Lingtao immediately ran after her.
Ou Xiaolan was leaving; she was about to leave this home, leave her dad, leave him.
He didn't want her to go, but if she had to, he begged her to take him with her.
If he had to choose between his dad and Ou Xiaolan, he would choose Ou Xiaolan.
Even though his dad raised him, strict yet affectionate, he was just inexplicably partial to Ou Xiaolan, and he didn't know why.
Anyway, he couldn't be without Ou Xiaolan.
Zhan Moxiao didn't chase after her; he just sat silently in the living room, dazed, the girl's transformation giving him a severe headache.
