Zhui Feng steadily controlled the direction of the carriage, always keeping a certain distance from the beautiful carriage.
If the carriage goes to the left, he goes to the right; if the carriage goes to the right, he goes to the right.
In this way, the coachman tried his best, but he was still unable to overtake his carriage.
The girl turned livid with anger, grabbed the riding whip from the coachman's hand, and kept hitting the horse's buttocks.
"You beasts, let me chase you! Coachman, why are you so useless! You can't even catch up with a two-horse carriage! What's the use of me keeping you!"
She got angry, swung her horsewhip, and whipped the coachman without thinking.
"Master, their carriage is very good. It runs fast and steadily. I, my servant, really can't keep up." The carriage driver held his head and defended in a low voice.
He is a discerning person, and he has long discovered that Chai Feng's carriage is unusual. When it runs, there are almost no big bumps and vibrations.
The girl didn't listen and became even more angry.
"Are you blind? His carriage is better than this girl's carriage? Open your eyes wide and see clearly how that shabby thing compares to my girl's carriage!" She swished the whip a few more times.
The coachman reluctantly said, "Master, calm down, what I said is true. Look at that carriage running fast and steady, with almost no shaking. If our carriage speeds up any more, I'm afraid it will fall apart." Master, you can’t bear such bumps, can you?”
The girl was stunned for a moment. She had indeed been jolted to the point of vomiting just now, but she just wanted to overtake Chai Feng's carriage, so she forced herself to endure it.
"You bitch slave, you are obviously useless! You can't even catch a broken carriage, I will beat you to death!"
Seeing her carriage being pulled further and further away by the chasing carriage, she became more and more angry and used harder force on her hand, only to whip the coachman until he drew blood.
The coachman just held his head while being beaten and did not dare to say anything.
Xiao Ru opened the back curtain of the car window and saw this scene. She couldn't help shouting: "You girl, you are so unreasonable. I just overtook your car. What's the big deal? Why are you beating someone like this! It's not like the driver is not brute!"
The girl glared and cursed: "Who do you think you are, daring to interfere with my affairs? You stinking country bumpkin, you bitch! If you interfere in your own business, I will beat you up too!"
She swung the riding crop and whipped it towards Xiao Ru's face.
The whip was so fast and hard that Xiao Ru had no time to dodge.
She screamed and closed her eyes, unaware that the expected pain did not come.
Shen Ning stretched out her hand and blocked it in front of her. The tip of the whip slapped hard on the back of her hand.
She used her injured right hand, which was heavily bandaged by Gu Qingze, a young man in sackcloth, so the whip only caused her pain but did not hurt her.
Then she stretched out her left hand, grabbed the tip of the whip, and pulled hard.
The girl was not careful, and the riding whip flew out of her hand and fell into Shen Ning's hand.
"You...you are brave! Give me back the whip!" The girl did not expect that Shen Ning would be so bold, and she screamed out in anger and annoyance.
Shen Ning felt a burning pain on the back of her hand. She looked down and saw that the tip of the whip had torn several layers of bandages with great force.
If this whip were to hit Xiaoru's face, I'm afraid the skin would be torn apart!