Lu Ziyuan!
Xie Wanqing's pupils suddenly enlarged, her body unconsciously leaning against the wall of the carriage, her entire being instantly tense, yet he bent down leisurely and stepped onto the carriage.
"Someone, someone!" She grasped the small table and called urgently, but there was no response from outside.
Listening to her frantic calls, Lu Ziyuan didn't even twitch his eyebrows.
He formed his hand into a fist and coughed lowly twice before speaking slowly, "Calm down, everyone outside is mine."
Upon hearing this, Xie Wanqing fell silent instantly, her heart filled with unspeakable anger.
This man is really like a lingering ghost.
Just after Pei Yuqing left, the carriage was halted by him, and the coachman was nowhere to be seen.
This area is full of residences of high-ranking officials, commoners and tradesmen can't get in, it's quite secluded.
Moreover, today is the third day back home, she returned with her husband, and didn't bring any guards from the mansion.
