Fu Ya raised her little head and stared straight at the brown horse. Song Zhiwei looked amused and led the horse into the yard, closed the door, loosened the reins, and let it get familiar with the environment at home.

The brown horse was sleeping well, kicking and walking slowly in the yard, looking here and there curiously. Song Zhiwei looked at it and secretly thought that the yard of the new house should be expanded, otherwise it would not be able to move around.

Fu Ya ...