Just as she sat down, Nanrong Wanqing's complexion changed.
Ling Chen noticed the subtle change in her face and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. In this over thirty-degree weather, the temperature of the cement floor must be at least forty degrees; anyone who sits on it would scorch their buttocks, let alone someone as delicate as Nanrong Wanqing.
Nanrong Wanqing bit her lip, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, trying to keep as much distance between her body and the ground as possible. Then, she glanced at Ling Chen and said expressionlessly, "Bring me my wheelchair."
"The wheelchair is broken."
"Then..."
Ling Chen was speechless. This woman is so stubborn; a soft word wouldn't kill her. Her small movements couldn't escape his eyes; why insist on suffering for pride?
"Stop the nonsense. It's an emergency, and if you blame me for taking advantage, I can't help it." Having said that, he ignored Nanrong Wanqing's fierce gaze and picked her up.
