This can't be real; this must be a dream.
"Dad, the King of Jiangcheng is?" Song Yiyi asked dazedly, her eyes blank.
"Master of a City."
Lan Zhongxuan glanced at Song Yiyi. He didn't want to admit it, but he had no choice.
Song Yiyi gasped. The King of Jiangcheng, the Master of a City, what more does it signify? Lan Xin Ai is someone who cannot be provoked, not even dared to be thought of.
She used to think Lan Xin Ai was just a wealthy housewife, but she never imagined her husband to be so domineering.
Thinking of that god-like man, Song Yiyi's face was filled with infatuation. When Lan Xin Ai's face flashed across her mind, her expression immediately changed.
Why could she marry such a wonderful man?
"Now you all know, so don't do anything foolish in the future." Lan Zhongxuan looked at Song Lingyu, who seemed scared stiff, and softened his tone a bit.
"Zhong Xuan, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
