The horse carriage travelled all night. Ning Lang finally woke up the next morning to find himself in the shaking of the carriage. When he woke up, he thought of his father and mother and him passing out, and instinctively jumped up. As he jumped up, he hit his head on the roof of the carriage.
"Boom!"
"Ouch! It hurts!"
At the same time, his hand covered his forehead and he looked in anger at the young man in red who had his eyes closed and hands across his chest.
"Feng Jiu! I already said I'm not going, why did you take me? You even encouraged my father and mother to drug me. You, you are despicable!" He pointed his chubby finger at Feng Jiu as he scolded.
Feng Jiu opened her eyes slowly and looked coldly at him: "Ning Lang."
Ning Lang's heart sank with just one look and he lowered his finger, his eyes avoiding her stare. Even his anger softened into grievance, he pouted and turned his head refusing to look at her.
