Yao Jun raised his chin and showed off in the village. He got Old Zhao to drive the ox cart towards a crowded place in the village.
Yao Jun said to Old Zhao, "Slow down. If you're too fast, others won't be able to recognize my handsome face!"
Old Zhao rolled his eyes, he thought that everyone in the village would be able to recognize him even if he turned into ashes. Although he thought so, he still slowed the ox cart down.
He Qingyao and He Qingmu were a little embarrassed as they sat in the car. They did not like the feeling of being watched like monkeys. If not for the fact that they were afraid that Yao Jun would take their donkey away, they would not have followed him just now.
When the villagers saw the ox cart swaying in the car, they stopped discussing other things and looked at them.
"Look, isn't that Yao Jun in the car? When did he become so impressive? Since he still has the money to take the ox cart."
