2693. Chapter 2693 You are young and you have a lot of airs
"You should know my identity, right?" The girl was obviously very satisfied with Fan Xingran's performance, and asked with a rare hint of pride in her eyebrows. Her family is her pride and pride!
"I know, I know, this junior is short-sighted. I don't know that my senior is here to show off. It's the junior who deserves to die. The junior deserves to die." Fan Xingran regarded himself as a junior, but he didn't really die, and slapped him in the face again.
"That's all, don't let anyone know my identity, otherwise if there is any trouble, it will have nothing to do with me." The girl waved her hand lightly and said.
"Yes, yes, this junior will never mention it to anyone." Fan Xingran was sweating profusely, and then said cautiously, "Then how should the junior call the senior?"
"Just call me...Miss Zhihan." The girl pondered for a moment and then said.
"Oh, Fan is so lucky to be able to meet Miss Zhihan. Oh, no, it's Fengche. Ever since I met Miss Zhihan's beauty, I feel like a spring breeze. My waist is no longer sore, and my legs are no longer painful."
, the injuries on his body are more than half healed." Fan Xingran's fat face was full of smiles, and his flattery was like a river of water, and he kept patting it away.
"Okay, I like peace and quiet." Fan Xingran, a girl named Zhihan, who was completely immune to flattery, said calmly.
"Oh, yes." Fan Xingran quickly shut up and sat upright, barely holding his hands behind his back. He even breathed carefully, for fear of making any noise.
"I said, I like silence." Zhihan said again.
"Well, yes." Fan Xingran looked at her blankly. I didn't make any noise. I almost lost my breath. How could I be quiet?
"Go down!" Zhihan said simply.
"You don't have any sharp eyesight at all!" The maid glanced at Fan Xingran with disdain and muttered in a low voice.
"Oh, get on, I'll get off." Fan Ranxing suddenly understood, slapped his head hard, and then got out of the car in despair.
"Wait, who is he?" Zhihan glanced at the back of the carriage and asked with a bit of disgust. The Jun-level master named Wu was seriously injured and was lying in the back. The carriage was spacious enough.
It didn't feel crowded at all with everyone lying in the back, which was why she fell in love with this carriage.
"He is one of my men. He was seriously injured. I want to take him back and ask someone to take a look." Fan Xingran replied.
"Let him go down too." Zhihan frowned and said.
"But, Miss Zhihan, his injury is too serious, see if you can help him..." Fan Xingran said subconsciously. Just halfway through, he saw Zhihan's expression turned slightly cold and quickly shut up.
"He's not worthy enough for me to take action." Zhihan heard that Fan Xingran wanted to beg her to take action to save this person, but said disdainfully.
Fan Xingran didn't dare to say anything more, and got out of the carriage dejectedly with the man in his arms.
Zhihan took out a sachet and hung it in the car. The faint fragrance filled the air. The air in the car became fresh and pleasant, without any smell, which made her feel refreshed. From the beginning to the end, there was no sympathy on her face.
Pity, as if the life and death of anyone in this world has nothing to do with her.
"Miss Zhihan, I want to go to Feng's house first, and then return to Xingfeng Chamber of Commerce." Fan Xingran drove the driver out, got into the driver's seat, and said back.
"As long as you don't worry about the Alchemy Conference, you don't have to ask me anything else." Zhihan said expressionlessly.