"I don't care who your husband is, tell me, how did you get here?" Old Chen gripped Wen Zhi tightly without letting go.
Seeing the other party so fierce, Wen Zhi suddenly raised her voice louder than the man's: "How would I know how I got here! I saw the gardenia flowers over there and couldn't stop myself from picking a couple, and then I got lost! What's wrong with you being so fierce, did a horse die or something? No, wait, you couldn't be horse thieves, could you?"
As she spoke, Wen Zhi's gaze swept over the driver and the two Horse Farm workers before finally resting on the Horse Farm manager.
Old Chen, seeing the gardenia flowers in Wen Zhi's hand and realizing that they could indeed only be found here, felt some of his suspicions dissipate.
Seeing her cunningly accuse them of being horse thieves, Old Chen chuckled coldly: "I am the Horse Farm manager."
Wen Zhi looked incredulous: "You're lying, you must be here to steal horses."
Old Chen: "I..."
