The racecourse is quite spacious, probably a newly established one, but to Sisi who has galloped across the Inner Mongolia Grassland, this racecourse seems just a bit larger than a rear end. The horses in the stable, tall and majestic, snort and flick their tails, looking at the people in front with a disdainful expression.
"Sisi, would you like to pick a horse and give it a try?" Qiao Zhenbang asked.
Sisi wasn't particularly interested. She shook her head, "No, I'm not dressed for riding. Maybe next time."
"Hmph, what 'dressing'? I think you simply can't ride at all!" Qiao Xingbang, who had already changed his clothes, interjected with a sneer.
"Is riding such a simple task that it needs dressing up? It's still unclear who rides better!"
Sisi did not give in at all; the more one yielded to people like Qiao Xingbang, the more they looked down on oneself. Rather than giving in, it was better to remain strong and possibly expect some unexpected outcomes.
