"You should know my identity, right?" The young girl was obviously very satisfied with fan xingran's performance. She asked with a rare look of pride. Her family was the capital for her to be proud!
"I know, I know. I was blind to not know that senior would come. I deserve to die, I deserve to die." Fan xingran considered himself a junior, but he didn't really die. He slapped his face again.
"Forget it. I don't want anyone to know my identity. Otherwise, if something happens, it has nothing to do with me." The young girl said as she waved her hand.
"Yes, yes, this junior will never mention this to anyone." Fan xingran's forehead was covered in sweat. He then said carefully,"how should I address you, senior?"
"You can just call me ... Miss zhihan." The young girl said after a moment of silence.
"Oh, oh, to be able to meet miss zhihan, this fan is really fortunate. Oh, no, it's a brilliant carriage. Ever since I saw miss zhihan's immortal face, I feel like I've been bathed in spring wind. My waist is no longer sore, my legs are no longer painful, and the injuries on my body have mostly recovered." Fan xingran's chubby face was full of smiles, and his flattery flowed like a river.
"Alright, I like the quiet." The girl named zhihan, fan xingran, was completely immune to flattery and said lightly.
"Oh, yes, yes." Fan xingran immediately shut up and sat up straight. He almost put his hands behind his back. Even his breathing became careful, for fear of making any noise.
"I told you, I like peace and quiet." Zhi Han added.
"Yes, yes." Fan xingran looked at her in confusion. I didn't make any sound, and I'm almost breathless, so how can it be quiet?
"Get down!" Zhi Han said simply.
"You don't have any vision at all!" The maidservant looked at fan xingran with disdain and muttered in a low voice.
"Oh, I'll go down. I'll go down." Only then did fan ranxing come to a sudden realization. He smacked his head and then got out of the car dejectedly.
"Wait, who is he?" Zhi Han looked at the back of the carriage and asked with a bit of disgust. The martial monarch with the surname Wu was seriously injured and was lying in the back. This carriage was spacious enough for everyone to lie in it without feeling cramped. This was also the reason why she had taken a fancy to this carriage.
"He's my subordinate. He's seriously injured. I'm going to bring him back for a checkup." Fan xingran replied.
"Let him down as well." Zhi Han frowned and said.
"But, miss zhihan, his injuries are too serious. Can you help him ..." Fan xingran said subconsciously. But halfway through, he saw zhihan's expression turn cold, so he quickly shut up.
"He's not worthy of me taking action. " Zhi Han could tell that fan xingran wanted her to save this person, but she said disdainfully.
Fan xingran didn't dare to say anything more and got off the carriage with the man in his arms.
Zhi Han took out a sachet and hung it in the car. The faint fragrance filled the air, and the air in the car became fresh and pleasant. There was no trace of odor, making people feel refreshed. From the beginning to the end, there was no sympathy on her face, as if the life and death of anyone in the world had nothing to do with her.
"Miss zhihan, I want to go to house Feng first before going back to Xing Feng Chamber of Commerce." Fan xingran drove the coachman off, got on the carriage himself, and turned back to say.
"As long as you don't delay the alchemy conference, you don't have to ask me about other things." Zhi Han said without any expression.
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