Fan Zijin had exhausted himself trying to hit Qi Haoran. However, both Qi Haoran and Mu Yangling heaved a sigh of relief when they saw him stop.
Fan Zijin snorted at the two of them and was about to leave when Mu Yangling hurriedly pushed the dumbfounded Little An out. Little An came back to his senses and looked at his father pitifully.
After all, this was his son, and Fan Zijin had already vented his anger just now. Now that half of the anger in his chest had already dissipated, he agreed to give his son a ride.
The couple immediately got onto another horse.
Mu Yangling squeezed his arm and whispered, "Did he hit you?"
"His aim wasn't accurate enough, so I only got whipped a few times. However, with his feeble strength, I doubt it even left a mark." Qi Haoran had deliberately allowed himself to get whipped on account that they were brothers, because he didn't want Fan Zijin to be depressed to realize that all of his attempts had missed.
