Zhan Lingtao couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Ou Xiaolan, please stop showing off your bootlicking skills. They're really terrible."
But Master Xiao was once again so delighted by the flattery that he burst into a stunningly radiant smile and breezily threw three words at her, "I'm happy."
Zhan Lingtao rolled his eyes again. "Oh my, dad is actually acting coquettish, someone please poke my ears!"
Ou Lan couldn't help rubbing her arms, "Crap, can Bully Xiao ever speak properly? The moment he acts cutesy, my legs go weak, my head spins, and I just can't find the direction in life!"
No matter what, Moxiao had absolute dominion in this household. Once he made a decision, no one dared contradict. Thus, the decision that he would personally teach Ou Lan martial arts was settled.
After dinner, Ou Lan instinctively wanted to wash the dishes, but Moxiao certainly couldn't bear it, "You've injured your hand, I'll wash. You and Xiao Tuo go upstairs to prepare for bath and bed."