At this moment, Zhao Xuan was still crossing the third obstacle.
"Little Black, we make a good team," Mu Qingli patted the horse's head.
Zhuifeng snorted and panted heavily, ignoring her.
"What's with the attitude, you little snob?" Mu Qingli pinched its ear.
"Its name is Zhuifeng," a deep male voice suddenly sounded in the air.
Mu Qingli looked up to see Fu Lanshen approaching. She smiled and said, "Zhuifeng? Does that mean it has a brother named Lightning?"
"How did you know that?" Fu Lanshen looked at her seriously.
Mu Qingli burst into laughter, "Isn't that what they always show on TV? So, it's true." After speaking, she continued, "Uncle Seven, was I cool just now? Was I handsome?"
Fu Lanshen nodded, his expression unchanged.
"Uncle Seven, your reaction is a bit too nonchalant," Mu Qingli complained.
