"Really enjoying the high life, huh?" Yang Ruxin glanced at the carriage with its door open, its interior decked out in splendor, complete with a brazier; even getting slightly close to it made one feel a wave of heat.
"Heihei..." Hao Jian hurriedly laughed twice, "If Xinxin likes it, I'll give this carriage..." He froze mid-sentence, his eyes locking onto something beyond Yang Ruxin.
"Fatso Hao, if you dare to drool, I'll rip out your tongue today, and I don't believe it can regenerate…" Yang Ruxin frowned, sidestepping to block Fatso Hao's line of sight, her face darkening. A grown man daring to drool over her man was an affront to her Little Hengheng.
"Or perhaps I could gouge out his eyeballs, then see if they too can be replaced..." Gu Qingheng walked up to Yang Ruxin with an expressionless face, but his words were quite chilling.
