Xiang Li looked at her, his usually gentle eyes now filled with complete indifference.
"Qianqian, you need not beg me, I clearly remember how you treated Lingxiang."
Having said that, he gently held Lin Lingxiang's hand and walked forward, not glancing at Xiang Qianqian again.
Furious, Xiang Qianqian could only stare at his receding figure helplessly.
The cold wind blew, and she could no longer endure it, clumsily climbing back onto the carriage.
The night had deepened, and in the two carriages of Xiang Ying, there were enough burning logs.
After Tao Xue had fallen asleep with the three little ones, Xiang Ying secretly switched the logs to the spatial silver charcoal.
This charcoal produced no white smoke, and placed near the carriage door, it didn't let too much carbon dioxide build up to suffocate anyone.
Fortunately, the carriage was not entirely sealed. To maintain the temperature, Xiang Ying had covered the three walls of the carriage with quilts in the evening.
