Hu Miaomiao naturally stepped forward to grab Ning Qi's arm, and led him towards the carriage. Ning Qi just followed her side blankly, but a trace of disgust flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The smell of this old fox is so coquettish, it smells bad!

After getting into the chariot, the incomparably beautiful woman gave Ning Qi a casual look, while Hu Miaomiao knelt down behind her again, looking at Ning Qi slightly contemptuously.