Tie Xin pushed the door open, his footsteps somewhat hasty.
"Prince…"
Upon seeing Long Xinghe, it dawned on him that Miss Long was in the room.
He instantly quieted down, merely catching his breath slightly—it was clear he had been too anxious in his walk.
"Tie Xin, what's happened?" Long Xinghe glanced at him and, without waiting for his reply, she quickly strode towards the door.
"It's nothing, not a problem!"
Tie Xin felt somewhat embarrassed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stammered, "It's just… it's just that horse carriage in the back courtyard, it's too… too astonishing."
Horse carriage?
Feng Wuya cast a look at him.
Long Xinghe, however, caught on and let out a sigh of relief, laughing, "That must be the horse carriage specially made for you by Ali, right? I ordered someone to deliver it here."
