Ou Lan sat sternly in a large, classic pearwood office chair, her gaze sharp, her presence commanding, exuding a heavenly god-like authority.
Facing such an Ou Lan, Lin Ziran felt both unfamiliar and overwhelmed.
She was no longer the little sister who needed her protection and care.
She was the Queen, a queen who looked down upon all beneath the heavens.
On her first visit to the political heart of The Empire, the grandiose palace and expansive space made Lin Ziran feel extremely reserved, unsure of how to even begin speaking to Ou Lan.
Ou Lan stared directly at her, a bit frustrated with her lack of progress, "Look at you, Lin Ziran, are you still that arrogant Little Demon? Just look at you, always despondent, breaking down in tears, crying over nothing!"
"I..." Lin Ziran hesitated.
When they were little, Ou Lan would cry whenever she was bullied, and Lin Ziran would always scold her, then take her to get revenge, beating the bullies soundly.
