Xia Yun turned her head awkwardly, only to see a wheelchair and those indifferent eyes—it was Ye Mo. Why was it such a coincidence? Every time she ran into trouble, she'd always end up caught by him.
"Oh, I thought no one was here! Hehe!" Xia Yun felt her face burning up and hastily tried to leave.
"It's okay, take a seat! I'm already sitting in a wheelchair anyway!"
Ye Mo silently maneuvered his wheelchair to the left side of the chair, placed the book he was holding down, and reached for those that had been left there previously, which Xia Yun had pushed into the center of the large desk. He stretched out his hand but struggled to reach them. He tried hard to stand up, wrestling with it for a long time, but his legs just wouldn't cooperate and couldn't lift at all. Barely missing by a bit, this man in the wheelchair was utterly embarrassed. He painfully and forcefully beat his own legs...
