Zheng Ziming was injured in not only his head and arms but also his leg with a minor bone fracture. Therefore, it was not easy for him to go back to S City.
In the airport, Xia Ning was pushing around Zheng Ziming who was sitting in a wheelchair. She joked, "Why did you put on so many covers? Are you afraid people might recognize you?"
Zheng Ziming was wearing a cap, with sunglasses and a mask covering his entire face, plus a blanket on him. He was sitting in a wheelchair and attracting attention.
"I'm pretty popular too!" Zheng Ziming smirked. As he was speaking, he darted a look around. No one noticed him. Very good!
Otherwise, people would find out that the handsome Young Master Zheng became handicapped. That would be very shameful.
Xia Ning took a look at Zheng Ziming and felt somewhat wordless. Sometimes, even she thought his IQ was negative.
He was all covered but she, the person next to him, was not.
