When the rider from Western Rong provoked Xiao Chen, they happened to pass by Zhan Lan. Zhan Lan clenched her fist tightly, Western Rong!
One day, she would surely trample over Western Rong!
"Xiao Chen, don't mind him!" Zhan Lan shouted as Xiao Chen's horse galloped past her.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Xiao Chen instantly heard Zhan Lan call his name, and his heart surged as he lashed his whip, chasing after the rider from Western Rong.
Riding a white horse with a flowing mane, Xiao Chen seemed to glide on air with each stride. The horse, sensing its master's anger and hatred, quickened its pace, determined to sweep past like the wind, no matter how fast the Western Rong racehorse was ahead.
From the stands, someone shouted loudly, "The horse is like a meteor; the man is like an arrow, good!"
Mu Yan held Zhan Lan's trembling hand, feeling her genuine anger.
Mu Yan's eyes suddenly turned cold and sharp, Western Rong, it's time to deal with you!