Staring at his broad back, Cen Jin was taken aback, her expression also filled with surprise. Just as she was about to speak up to stop him, she saw Jiang Baizhou slightly tilt his head. His indifferent gaze swept over coldly, and his uncompromising, hard voice fell beside her ear again: "You have two choices, either I carry you or you go home in a wheelchair."
Cen Jin was speechless. Did he mean to buy a wheelchair and push her back?
But she didn't have a fracture, just a sprained foot that would heal in a few days. Wasn't using a wheelchair too exaggerated?
Seeing his resolute and sharp gaze, Cen Jin finally chose to compromise. Holding her bag, she gradually leaned forward and slowly rested against his back. When she caught a faint hint of his shampoo scent, her originally calm heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her body became tense.
