"Then let's take it slow," Zheng Ming deliberately ignored the proud look on Zheng Jingren's face and leisurely said to Zheng Jin and the others, "Lu Ling Mansion is a big place, we can't be covered in dust like beggars and become the laughingstock of others."
Zheng Jingren's mouth curled, and he nearly fell off his Fierce Dragon-scaled Donkey. He had played this game at least a dozen times on the way, and Zheng Ming had never uttered a word.
Unexpectedly, the moment Zheng Ming spoke, his words were exceptionally venomous. How did I become like a beggar, Zheng Jingren thought as he looked at the dust on himself and, ultimately, with his uneven eyes, uttered a jealous remark to Zheng Ming.
