Qiao Nian stood one step behind Ye Wangchuan, raised his eyebrows and glanced at the horses lined up in the stable. He saw a pitch-black horse and pointed at it.
"How about this one?"
The person leading the way glanced at Qiao Nian secretly, frowning slightly, as if he was disgusted by his subordinate who didn't know the rules.
But he was soon slapped in the face.
Ye Wangchuan looked in the direction of Qiao Nian's finger, turned back and asked her gently, "Which one?"
Qiao Nian nodded: "Yeah."
Ye Wangchuan turned around and said to the person who brought them to choose horses, "Let's take the black horse."
The person leading the way hesitated for a moment, and seeing Ye Wangchuan's indifferent expression, he had to turn around and instruct the person in charge of taking care of the horses to lead the black horse out of the stable.
He lowered his head and said to Ye Wangchuan: "Ms. Sai Lan is waiting for you at the racecourse. I will take you there now."
As he spoke, he subconsciously looked at Qiao Nian and Bo Rui who were following Ye Wangchuan, thinking that at least one of them would have the foresight to help him lead the horse.
but none.
Neither Qiao Nian nor Bo Rui had the intention of going over to help lead the horse. He just stood there with a ferocious and icy face, as if what was happening around him had nothing to do with him.
The other short man who was choosing the horse was so calm and composed that he looked more like the master than his master.
The person sent by Sai Lan to lead the way saw that Qiao Nian and Bo Rui did not react, and then looked at Ye Wangchuan and did not think that there was anything wrong with their behavior. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he suppressed his dissatisfaction, telling himself in his heart that it was normal for people from small places outside not to know the rules.
He prepared himself mentally, smiled, bent down and led the way: "Please follow me."
…
The other side of the pasture.
Sai Lan wore a fitted knitted bottoming shirt, a high-waisted skirt of the same color, and delicate high heels on her ankles. In front of her was a set of afternoon tea. Her slender hands elegantly held an enamel painted black tea Earl Grey cup, which she brought to her lips, took a sip, and put back.
"Auntie Lan, does the black tea taste good?" Next to her stood a smiling young man with black hair and black eyes, looking out of place among the mixed-race and white people.
Everyone else was sitting, and he was the only one standing aside. He didn't feel that he was being treated differently. He stood straight and behaved in a measured manner.
It's like a host greeting guests coming from afar, showing respect in every way but not being too servile to please them.
This man is Lister, the owner of the stable.
Sai Lan gave him a smile to give him face: "Not bad."
Then he ordered the servant he brought with him: "What are you standing there for? Find a chair for Young Master Li."
"Yes, ma'am."
One of the servants she brought with her immediately went to find a chair and placed it respectfully in front of Liszt.
Sai Lan then looked back at Liszt who was standing beside her and said warmly, "Sit down."
There was a small round table in front of them, with nothing else on it except afternoon tea and snacks.
Therefore, the space around Sai Lan is destined to be limited.
Liszt looked at his seat being placed among the second-generation rich people in the top circle of the island. After a brief hesitation, he sat down as Sai Lan suggested.
There were already several people surrounding Sai Lan, and the one sitting closest to her was a noble lady wearing a top hat with a slanted brim and a wide skirt.
Then there were two empty seats in the middle. Dowell and others sat next to Lister, and there was another girl with neat short dyed green hair and delicate features like a doll. A mole under her eye diluted the doll's obedience and exposed the unruly part of her true character.