"Oh... that's not right." Lyra Du cried out, and suddenly held his forehead, "I forgot that Fourth Brother doesn't know how to drive a carriage. I have to drive the carriage myself all the way."
Thinking about having to be blown by the wind all the way, Lyra Du felt miserable. She had just restored her fair and tender little face.
Tang Sanlang had already laughed in his heart. He looked at the little girl sitting on the shaft of the cart with a bitter face and swinging her legs, and straightened his face, "I'll lend you a driver."
After saying that, Tang Sanlang waved his hand behind him, and a young man in his twenties with an ordinary face and a strong body walked over.
"He is...?" Your man.
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