"Hey, Xiaolan... where did you get your horse?"
Ah Qing, sitting on the stairs, temporarily put aside her worries about the little fox running circles with her, but soon a new question arose: where did the little fox get the horse?
The horse he's riding now is approximately 1.78 meters tall, with a reddish-brown body, straight limbs, and developed muscles—it's obviously a good horse.
Although Ah Qing never practiced horseback riding, she often followed her dad to watch races in Xiangjiang and had some concept of racehorses. The horse the little fox is riding looks more mighty than many horses on the racetracks.
"Picked up a wild horse..."
Ansheng didn't hide anything, immediately revealing the origin of the horse before them.
This horse doesn't belong to any scenic area pastures, nor is it a farm horse raised by the herders; it's a released wild horse.
