The staff, upon seeing her, looked as if they had spotted a savior and nearly slid over on their knees to complain.
"Miss Nan, we have pony foals suitable for children to ride, but the young master insists on riding this one."
Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the tall horse staunchly protected by Bo Qingshan, and the corner of her eye twitched.
Bo Qingshan instinctively moved to cover his mouth, but wasn't fast enough. He stole a guilty glance at Nan Jiaojiao and turned his head to snap, "Who are you calling a child?"
The staff covertly eyed Bo Qingshan's stature that fell short of one and a half meters.
He wasn't very tall, but his heart was big.
Could his legs even reach the stirrups?
Bo Qingshan was instantly enraged, experiencing first-hand what it was like to be not very hurt but deeply insulted.
Nobody said a word, yet his face turned beet red with embarrassment.
Looking down on whom!
"Sister Jiaojiao ..."
