Horses, always faster than humans on foot, clopped by; Su Ziceng had to quickly get out of the way, lest she be trampled underfoot.
Deng Jiani glanced at Su Ziceng with the corner of her eye and said coquettishly, "Yishao, help me down! I didn't sleep well last night, my back and waist are sore." Her languid, coquettish tone sent blushes to the faces of the men around her.
Just having been frightened by a horse, the look on Su Ziceng's face was awful. This bitch, her meaning was clear as day, even an idiot could understand. With her mind in turmoil, Su Ziceng stood woodenly off to the side, glaring at Deng Jiani's soft and boneless hand, wishing she could chop it off.
Hang Yishao felt slightly embarrassed, looking at the blushing face of Deng Jiani and then at the stiff Su Ziceng, caught between a rock and a hard place.
"You'd better get down yourself, Ms. Liao Chenchen," Su Ziceng almost ground her teeth as she forced these few words out through her throat.
