Feng Han's voice was cool, and as he spoke, his gaze swept toward Old Master Su.
Is this how little credit you have in me?
Su Qiao was annoyed too.
She had always kept her word, especially when it came to him.
"Looks like you really have nothing better to do, coming all the way back at a time like this."
It should have been a critical moment on his end. If he had rushed back just like that, one careless move might have cost him everything.
Just then, Little Gui, also covered in dust and grime, came rushing in, panting heavily.
Hearing Su Qiao's words, he hurried forward. "Miss Su, the moment Master received Xiao Wu's letter, he rushed over here. He rode for three days and three nights, ran six horses to death, and even ate on horseback. Master hasn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights."
If Little Gui's health had not been good and he had not known martial arts, he truly would not have been able to keep up with Master.
There were still quite a few people who had not caught up yet.
Feng Han glanced at Little Gui. "Why are you saying all that?"
Su Qiao froze.
So this fellow really had rushed back specially over a small betrothal proposal.
He had even run six horses to death and gone three days and three nights without sleep.
No wonder he looked exhausted, with red veins in his eyes.
Su Qiao felt a little sorry for him and frowned. "I promised to wait for you, so I definitely would have. Why did you have to run yourself ragged like this?"
Feng Han glanced at her and said, unusually awkwardly, "You used to break your promises all the time too."
Su Qiao knew