Shen Fangli dared to guarantee that, even though she still wasn't quite sure what Yan Xianjue meant by a cultured horse—
Based on what she knew about Yan Xianjue, she could easily tell just how much water his words contained.
At least as much as the Pacific Ocean.
Other people squeezed water from sponges. Yan Xianjue had probably tossed a sponge into the water.
"So why do you say that?" Shen Fangli was still a little curious.
Yan Xianjue didn't find it strange at all that Shen Fangli hadn't believed a single word he said.
Instead, he naturally leaned back, resting half his weight against Goldie.
The horse being used as a pillar stood perfectly still, clearly long accustomed to its owner's lazy behavior.
Yan Xianjue casually hooked a strand of Shen Fangli's hair around his finger. "Goldie was still very young when she was brought home. My parents saw how much I liked her, so they kept her at home for a while. It wasn't until she got bigger and needed more space to run that they moved her to this racetrack."
"Then whenever I came home from kindergarten, I'd teach Goldie whatever the teacher had taught us."
"Our Goldie went to school!" Yan Xianjue declared with absolute certainty.
"She's completely different from those stupid horses that never went to school!" Shen Fangli: "..."
Shen Fangli said, "That's a pretty huge leap of logic."
"And I was obviously talking about feeding Treasure some snacks. What does that have to do with Goldie?"
Yan Xianjue gave her a look as though she were an idiot. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Treasure inherited Goldie's coat, strength, and elegance. Of course she inherited her education too!"
Shen Fangli choked.
After holding it in for a long time, Shen Fangli still couldn't stop herself from