"Who did you say has no eyes? How dare you hit my young master's personal carriage? You should consider yourself lucky that I didn't kill you." The coachman, who was standing in front of the carriage of Wan Chuan Country, scoffed disdainfully, nose high in the air.
"What did you say? My carriage was parked by the roadside, and it was not even moving. It is obvious that you hit it!" Li Shaoqiu argued angrily.
"So what? Even if I hit you on purpose, what can you do about it?" A young man leaned out of the Wan Chuan Contry carriage and squinted at Li Shaoqiu contemptuously.
It was obvious that he was being a bully, but nobody dared to open their mouths when they noticed his arrogance - this person was clearly high-profile.
