Lu Xingxing watched the scene unfolding with a tinge of unwillingness.
Wasn't it said that this white horse had a stubborn temperament? Why was it so docile in Qiao Ruoxin's hands? How come they seemed to get along so harmoniously?
At this moment, Mo Chen was already riding the black horse at the finish line, staring unwaveringly at Qiao Ruoxin.
Turning her head and seeing Mo Chen's deep gaze, then looking at Qiao Ruoxin happily riding the horse, the jealousy in Lu Xingxing's heart burned fiercely.
Qiao Ruoxin had no background, no power, so why was she more favored than herself?
And she had so many fans—were they all blind? All deceived by that face, including Mo Chen!
Suddenly, Lu Xingxing casually unhooked the watch from her wrist and, feigning nonchalance, flung it at the face of the white horse.
Instantly!
The white horse reared up, neighing, clearly startled.
