Ye Ning looked over there.
The woman sat on the horse; she wasn't really riding, more like being led around.
The person in front was leading the horse while she clutched the reins nervously, looking utterly terrified.
If the horse jolted slightly, her face would become even more pale.
She yelled from on top, "Slow down, slow down, I'm scared."
The people below indulged her and even praised, "Wow, you look great on the horse!"
That's what they call looking good?
The chestnut horse neighed, and Ye Ning squeezed the horse's sides tightly and galloped directly over.
The manager wanted to shout from behind but didn't have time.
A few people were still making noise when they suddenly heard the galloping hoofbeats approaching like the wind.
Then they saw the young girl in full riding gear, looking spirited and heroic, in a riding outfit that matched the color of the sunrise, brimming with vitality.
