Seeing Ou Lan again, the originally indifferent eyes of Zhan Chengfeng were overlaid with a layer of gentleness, "Ou Lan," he softly called her name, "come back with me."
Ou Lan only felt so nauseous as if she wanted to vomit her heart, liver, and lungs out, "What have you done to Zhan Moxiao?"
Zhan Chengfeng, "Don't worry, he won't be in any trouble for now. Until he completes the task of creating the Demon Child, nothing will happen to him."
"Zhan Chengfeng," Ou Lan shouted his name angrily, "you really are a beast, even harming your own son."
Zhan Chengfeng probably had already classified himself as a beast long ago, so he had no particular feelings about this title, and even as he looked at Ou Lan's angry appearance, he had some appreciation and affection, "I really like your temper."
