"I saw someone I know," Lu Ziyan murmured as he turned his body around to look at the small restaurant that they just drove by.
Han Ye got out of the car and took Lu Ziyan's wheelchair from the back of the car. Once he helped the man onto the chair, he asked, "Should I wait for you?"
Lu Ziyan shook his head. He was unsure if he saw the person correctly, and if she were who he think she was, then he would prefer to talk to her alone than in the presence of someone else.
With a wave of his hand, Lu Ziyan said nonchalantly, "You can go back first. I'll call for a cab later. Don't forget to get Xiao Lei the ointment."
Han Ye looked at him curiously but he did not say anything. There was nothing Lu Ziyan hated more than being treated as an invalid. After a while, Han Ye nodded and said, "Fine. I'll go back first. You be careful. If there's anything, just give me a call."
