In the morning, the air was pretty fresh and the grassland was just like a boundless green blanket.

Xia Xiaoluo was running around happily like a little foal, which impressed Ling Tianyi who was following her. The man who was always cool smiled delightedly.

“Darling, where are the horses of Uncle Muren? You told me that he had many horses, right? But I can’t see them!” Xia Xiaoluo ran to Ling Tianyi and took one of his arms.

“Let’s see them ...