The coachman's eyes were red with anxiety, and he was so angry that he had lost his mind. He did not care who the person in front of him was. Every whip landed on someone, but this time, not only did he not hit anyone, but the whip also got stuck.
It was impossible for Xue Fanxin to stand still and take a beating. When the whip was about to hit her, she reached out and caught it. She pulled it with a little force, preventing the coachman from taking it back. She coldly looked at the man.
"Little slut, how dare you hold on to my whip? Are you courting death?" The coachman was waving his whip around randomly. Only when he realized that it did not budge did he look up. He saw a beautiful little girl holding onto his whip and not letting go, so he warned her angrily.
If not for the fact that this little girl was beautiful and wore a white dress like a fairy, he would have whipped her a second time.
