Yang Ruxin pouted. Was this guy actually using his good looks as a strategy? Fine, since she wasn't really angry to begin with, his charm offensive was somewhat effective. She just didn't want to show it just yet, especially with a dozen or so onlookers trailing behind, so she could only roll her eyes at him.
Gu Qingheng, however, was amused. As long as Xinxin was willing to look at him, it meant everything was fine. His smile became even more radiant.
Yang Ruxin could only turn her head in speechlessness. This man would start shining the moment he got a bit of sunlight. She then turned her gaze to the valley below, where the race had finally come to an end, leaving only eight horses surrounded by the pack of wolves.
The white horse that Gu Qingheng had his eye on seemed to dislike being threatened. It let out a long neigh and kicked at the Ink Wolf beside it.
