"Drive, drive, drive"

The bay-red horse spread its hooves and rushed towards Changping Village ahead like a gust of wind.

The carriage accelerated suddenly, causing a violent turmoil.

In the carriage, Yang Ruoqing held her seat, dumbfounded.

Someone is getting angry.

It didn't matter that she was sitting in the carriage, but Mu Zichuan was in trouble now.

In the front, Mu Zichuan was almost thrown out, but luckily Luo Fengtang grabbed him at the critical moment.

He leaned against the car board and looked up.

I happened to see Luo Fengtang looking down under the sun.

"We talk so much in a carriage that I have to let go. Sit tight."

Luo Fengtang joked.

Muzichuan's face turned red with anger.

Even a fool can see that Tang Yazi did it on purpose.

Mu Zichuan gritted his teeth and struggled to sit firmly again.

He could no longer think about talking and grabbed the armrest beside him with both hands.

My heart jumped into my throat.

It's the first time I've grown up to ride such a fast carriage.

The wind whistled past my ears.

My stomach was churning even more.

He wanted to go down so much that he stopped sitting.

For the sake of face, he gritted his teeth and held on, but his face became increasingly pale and uglier.

The carriage is approaching Changping Village, and further ahead is the construction site of Yang Ruoqing's house.

You can see the busy figures of craftsmen.

"call"
Chapter completed!