The luxurious horse carriage stopped not far from where Bai Ruozhu and her companions were, and beside her, Fen Jiu pouted and muttered quietly, "What a flashy carriage, like some sort of dandy."
Jiao Ling glared at him; while traveling, they should avoid trouble if possible.
At this moment, the curtains of the carriage were lifted, and a gentleman clad in dark patterned silk adorned with a fox fur cloak stepped down.
Bai Ruozhu was momentarily stunned; she had seen this person before. Wasn't he Tong Zhengye, the one who had gifted her a gratitude gift?
She suddenly felt amused, originally thinking that he held some mysterious and unattainable status, only to find out he was merely the son of a rich merchant. Was there a need to be so arrogant?
With this thought, her impression of Tong Zhengye somewhat worsened, thinking that if he couldn't even manage his servants, how capable could he really be?
