Lan Qingjia's son, Ran Ran, fiercely clenched his fist, a trace of intense hatred flashing in his eyes.,Lan Qing smiled gracefully, her flower-like branches swaying.,"Your husband is the only disciple of the mysterious master, he's unrivaled in fame. He's also exceptionally handsome and unmatched in beauty. Do you know why he chose to marry you"。