It's probably fake!

After getting the ointment and carefully applying it on her, an Xiaowan hurriedly rushed to the horse track.

She couldn't miss such a good opportunity to show off.

old master huo was sitting in the middle of the viewing platform of the horse track, holding an expensive and gorgeous purple clay teapot in his hand. the steam was coming out of the teapot, and the fragrance of tea was overflowing.

when an xiaowan arrived, everyone had already picked their horses.

in the stable, the remaining horses were either scrawny, old, or young. in short, the best had been picked.

She raised her brows slightly and was hesitating when she suddenly heard the neighing of a horse from a single stable at the innermost part of the house.

Immediately after, there was the sound of exhaling and kicking hooves.

Was it mayfly?

An Xiaowan thought of that particularly handsome and proud horse, which she got along very well with, and quickly sped up her pace.