The carriage passed by again and stopped. Si Leng Yue looked towards Qin Liuxi once more, who was smiling cheekily, with an expression that read, "Don't look at me, I am just being a smug Divine Fortune Teller."
Like a child.
Si Leng Yue pursed her lips and chuckled lightly, surprised by the people coming down from the carriage, murmuring, "That carriage hasn't collapsed, it shows how sturdy it is."
Qin Liuxi couldn't help laughing out loud, "Little Yue can also crack dry jokes now."
The man approaching them was like a small mountain, seemingly over six feet tall and robustly built like a tiger's back and bear's waist, and appeared very intimidating. An ordinary woman would probably be frightened at first sight.
But for Qin Liuxi and her company, one could still crack jokes while the other looked completely at ease.
Inside the carriage, someone named Jing Xiaosi looked over and saw their expressions, snorted coldly, "Weak women? Really?"
