Zhan Moxiao watched the medicine dripping down, feeling utterly disconsolate, "I don't want to listen to a story, ex-wife."
Ou Lan's originally enthusiastic face immediately fell, and she picked up the little scissors again. Zhan Moxiao hurriedly corrected himself, "As you wish, ex-wife."
Ou Lan pouted, then, bringing back a smile, she held her phone and started to tell a story.
"Once upon a time, there was a mountain, on the mountain, there was a temple, in the temple, there was a monk, the monk had a jar..."
"I don't want to listen to this story, ex-wife."
Ou Lan didn't say anything, just picked up the scissors and shook them.
Master Xiao, "As you wish, ex-wife."
Ou Lan gave him a glare, lowered her head, and continued, "Inside the jar, there was a basin, in the basin, there was a scoop, in the scoop, there was a bean."
Then, there was no more 'then'. Ou Lan didn't speak for a long while but continued searching on her phone.