"Isn't that right, brother?"
Sheng Zhehan sneered, put down the whip in his hand, and said:
"The Chief certainly has a good sense of things."
"Otherwise, I'd still be worrying about how this horse caravan business can continue."
The big man paid no attention to the hidden barbs in his words, laughed heartily twice, and gave a bold fist salute, saying:
"I am Bo Meng, the leader of this horse caravan. Greetings to all of you."
"Please, follow me. Whatever business you have, let's discuss it inside in detail!"
Sheng Zhehan turned his head and asked Wang Anfeng's intention inside the carriage, then slowed down the carriage's speed, parking this seemingly simple, yet actually a royal noble's dismantled carriage, in the front yard of the horse caravan.
Gu Qinghan had already lightly jumped down from the carriage, opened the carriage door, stood on the ground, and slightly bowed to welcome the two inside out.
