The screams were heard all the time, and the people around were afraid to get out of the way and looked at the passing carriage angrily.
The voice of gently picking came with the wind: "These untouchables just want to be beaten. They should have got out of the way."
Liu Qinghuan raised a corner of the car curtain when she heard the sound of the commotion. Looking out, I saw a gorgeous carriage coming quickly. The breeze blew gently, and the faint smell of wine and sandalwood wafted out of the carriage window. A man with an evil smile looked down on people around him.
Liu Qinghuan raised her fierce eyes with strong hatred. Who else could he be.
Liu Qing