Feeling shy but managing to change into her clothes, Han Yingying finally relaxed.
"Shen Mosheng, I'm ready," she announced.
"I'm ready too," Shen Mosheng turned around and his eyes lit up upon seeing Han Yingying in her gray riding attire.
"Yingying dressed like this does look somewhat heroic."
With pride, Han Yingying spun around: "Doesn't it look handsome?"
"Passable," he replied.
"Let's go, let's go, I can't wait any longer," Han Yingying urged, not dwelling on Shen Mosheng's "passable" comment as she was eager to start riding.
"Mr. Shen, these are the horses for you and your wife..."
"We don't need mine for now, I'll teach Yingying."
"That couldn't be better," Manager Song said with surprise, handing the reins to Shen Mosheng before cheerfully departing.
Curiously, Han Yingying asked, "Why does he seem so happy?"
"Perhaps because my technique is not too bad."