Father Lin, who was sleeping soundly in the back compartment, was also awakened. He opened his eyes in confusion, rubbed his eyes, and asked:

"What happened?"

Seeing everyone in such a mess, Wei Ming couldn't help but feel a little angry. How could this driver drive?!

He opened the curtain and was about to scold him when he saw the coachman angrily teaching a young child. The child looked to be about ten years old. His clothes were in tatters and his hair was unkempt. He was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered.

Wei Ming couldn't help frowning and shouted:

"Nonsense! How can you bully a child?!"

"My lord, please forgive me!"

"I don't know which of the kid's tendons were wrong, and he suddenly rushed over. Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise he would have been killed by me."

The coachman smiled apologetically, but felt extremely aggrieved in his heart.

Even the horse snorted, seeming to acknowledge it.

Wei Ming frowned and looked at the child kneeling on the ground.

This child was thin, with dark skin, dirty hair, wearing shabby clothes, and looked malnourished, but his eyes were bright, his fists were clenched into fists, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Why did you stop my carriage?"

Wei Ming frowned, looking confused.

This kid doesn't look like a lunatic.

Then he said:
Chapter completed!