Dong Xiyun wanted to leave. She did not even resist the coachman's pull.
However, she did not have any strength left. Fear and disgust made her legs go numb and her mind go out of control. It was as if someone had hit her acupoints and she could not move even half a step.
The coachman had no choice. He gritted his teeth, carried her up, stuffed her into the carriage, and sped away!
The people were all stunned.
"Is this girl crazy? She seems to be from a noble family."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. She even peed herself. If my family had a daughter like her, I wouldn't dare to let her out in the future. How could she get married in the future? She should stay home and be a nun!"
" ..."
"Young Master Meng, that person just now... was Young Lady Dong, right?" A few youths stood not too far away.
