C378 Immersed

In the middle of the night, a carriage was galloping across the street. The coachman sat on the carriage and kept yawning. He was different from the other coachmen. He only pulled the girls who came to him for service. If he was lucky, he could earn a few dozen taels of silver in one night.

The driver waved the whip again, but he suddenly saw a person slowly walking in the middle of the road