Seeing the whole group charging straight at them, Bai Ting let out a contemptuous snort.
“Hmph, a bunch of small fry.”
But just as she was about to make a move, the coachman stepped in front of them.
“Ahh, you people really just can’t help courting death, can you?”
He shook his head helplessly and sighed, as if genuinely pitying them.
“Oh? Uncle, weren’t you the one who said you weren’t going to help?”
Bai Ting froze for a moment, then looked at the coachman with a teasing expression.
“Yeah, I did say that. But I can’t just stand...
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