He reached out his hand towards Liu Xu, still on the carriage, but Liu Xu glanced at him indifferently.
"No need, I can get down myself."
Tang Peizhong's hand froze in midair.
Just then, Zhao Yu walked up to Liu Xu and extended his hand towards her.
"The carriage is high, let me help you down."
His voice was gentle, filled with concern, and Liu Xu couldn't refuse.
Blushing, she took Zhao Yu's hand and was helped down from the carriage.
Tang Peizhong looked at this noble-clad man; he hadn't initially taken him seriously.
But ever since he saw the blush on Liu Xu's face, a sense of panic seized his heart.
He instinctively felt that Liu Xu and this man were not simple.
After seeing the noble-clad man's face, he found it very familiar, but it had been too long, he really couldn't remember.
Liu Xu said to Zhao Yu, "Let's go, cousin, let's head to the Deserted Mountain."
