Though her voice carried the urgency of rapid breaths, it still clearly entered the ears of everyone around as she hoarsely shouted, "Scoundrel! Scoundrel! Wait for me, wait!"
The crowd was baffled as they looked at each other in turn, momentarily dumbfounded.
The splendidly dressed young man, however, after a moment's shock, his face turned from green to white, revealing an expression of not knowing what to do, extremely embarrassed!
This person was none other than Zhuang Weixian. And in this world, who else would call him "Scoundrel" repeatedly other than that ignorant little girl from the Shi family?
Zhuang Weixian's face changed suddenly with alarm: What on earth has happened! How did it turn into such a mess with this little girl?
As he pondered, Liu Ya had already run up to Zhuang Weixian, standing in front of the impressive high-headed horse, which only served to highlight her bedraggled and frail state.
