Bab 83: Fisherman Mother and Son

"What's wrong with Miss Su!?" The coachman saw the various mud marks on Su Jin's body. He couldn't help but be shocked.

"The sky was too dark to see the road, and I fell a few times, so I was fine." Su Jin said in a relaxed tone.

"Oh, then let's go back to the residence?" the coachman asked, nodding.

"Yes." Su Jin slowly got on the carriage and got into it. There was no sound coming out from the carriage.

The coachman scratched his head and didn't dare to say anything else. He brandished the horsewhip and began to drive the carriage forward.

The lantern in the corner swayed as if it was being blown by the spring wind on a summer night.

"Turn around and head to the dock."

Halfway through the carriage, Su Jin's slightly cold voice suddenly came out from the carriage.

"This, Miss Su, your clothes …" The coachman hesitated.

"To the dock." Su Jin said again. Her tone was unquestionable.