"Hasn't anyone reported this to the authorities?" Gu Jiao asked.
The coachman was startled, "Miss, those are people from the Nangong Family, and reporting it would be useless."
"Is that so?" Gu Jiao looked in the direction of the street, murmuring indifferently.
The coachman could not help but turn to glance at Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao was wearing a veil, her face concealed, revealing only a pair of calm, unruffled eyes.
To say such a thing might seem impertinent, but the coachman had never seen eyes that were both so beautiful and so cold.
She looked at the people from the Nangong Family without a trace of fear in her eyes.
The coachman had the vague impression that if he was careless, this girl he was carrying might just draw a sword and charge at the people from the Nangong Family.
The coachman was startled by his own speculation!