Ma Ping An Asking His Wife

He moved the small stool into the carriage.

Uncle Shi's brows relaxed, and his aged face became gentle with a smile. He seemed to have thought of something, and he drove the carriage towards the Ma Manor.

As they sped along, the top-tier cars in the country displayed their full potential. No matter how fast they ran, they would not feel any bumps in the car.

Inside the car.

Ning Niang stood in the corner, feeling uneasy and uncomfortable. The interior of the carriage was too luxurious. The carpet was woven from phoenix wings, and the low table was made of thousand-year-old purple wood. There were six fruit platters on the table, all of which were spiritual fruits. Any one of them was worth a fortune. Not to mention that Ma Ping 'an was already in dire straits, even when he was in the limelight, he couldn't enjoy such a life.

Zhang Ronghua sat on the soft couch in the north, which was the right seat. He pointed to the left and said,"Sit!"

"I, I'm still standing."