Zuiying sighed deeply and bitterly. Why were the servants to blame for their owners being sick?
"But I don't have a fan!" He said as he shrugged his shoulders.
Xu Ziling shot Zuiying a glance, then grinned coldly. "Xiao Yun, hand Zuiying a fan."
"Yes, Young Lady." Xiao Yun smiled brightly, as she walked up to the horse and handed Zuiying a fan. From here on out, she'll have some time on her hands.
Zuiying smiled helplessly as he took the fan.
With a smack, he swiftly opened the fan in his hands and fanned himself.
'Let me fan myself down first! And also, piss off that obnoxious young lady.'
Xu Ziling waited a while for the cold breeze to arrive. However, when she turned to look at Zuiying, all she saw was him fanning himself and strutting on his horse.
She instantly couldn't hold back her anger. The look on her face was incredibly unsightly and her eyes were about to explode.
