A series of actions as fierce as a tiger left everyone inside and out utterly stunned.
Xiaozi licked her lips, her expression complicated and indescribable, finally asking cautiously, "Miss, are you feeling unwell?"
"Yes, I'm unwell. I'm so sleepy I could die. If anyone bothers me again, I'll wring their neck!"
After Jiang Yingying finished speaking, she closed her eyes and leaned back on the pillow again.
Xiaozi twitched the corners of her mouth and lowered her voice to speak to the petrified coachman, "Hurry up and drive, Miss is tired and needs to go back to rest!"
Old Zhang snapped back to reality and gently cracked the whip.
At this point, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.
The little ancestor had gone mad; she even dared to kick the young master of the Prime Minister Family, so what could a humble coachman's life be worth?
Too terrifying.
Are women who have lost in love so scary?
