"I can't ride a horse." Ryan looked at the white horse in front of him sincerely and said to the person behind him: "I can help you lead the horse."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of the knife against his back increased its force, and the little thief threatened from behind: "You look like a young master, how can you not ride a horse? Stop talking nonsense and get on the horse!"
"I really can't ride a horse. Young masters usually ride in carriages. Do you have any knowledge of this?" Ryan thrust forward fiercely to reduce the impact of the knife tip behind him and try to delay time.
Why hasn't Lu Qian chased him out yet? Did he go abroad to buy him sour plum juice?
"If you keep talking nonsense, I will take your body back to claim credit." The little thief was anxious.
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