After the tricycle started, the brown horse trotted beside it. The sun was shining and it ran with it, as if it was covered with a layer of flowing golden light. Fortunately, the tricycle was not very fast, otherwise Song Zhiwei would not dare to do this.

Zhang Cui saw the brown horse's lively appearance and said with envy, "Xiaowei, this horse is so beautiful, with its shiny coat. You must have spent a lot of money to buy it, right?"

Seeing that Song Zhiwei had nothing ...