Zhao Jun, sitting in the carriage, was also anxious. Without hesitation, he struggled to get down, closed his eyes, and fell to the ground, tumbling from the carriage into the air and crashing down.
A muffled groan followed, indicating he had fallen hard.
A woman's concerned voice came, "Young master, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," he replied through gritted teeth, crawling slowly towards her direction.
His actions drew laughter from the onlookers.
Zhang Dash laughed heartily, revealing a piece of green vegetable stuck between his molars, "Haha, your old flame crawls over like a dog to save you, haha. Too bad he can't save you."
"Big brother, enough with the nonsense, this is not the place for business. Drag this woman over there where there's more grass and fewer onlookers," Sun Lin, like a Think Tank, directed, pointing to the two closest subordinates, "You two, deal with him, park the carriage properly, and then come over, keep it clean."
