Ling Sheng's phone vibrated with a message from him.
When he saw the girl approach him slowly, an unprecedented sense of expectation and nervousness welled within Jun Shiyan. His hands tightened.
The girl was wearing a beige knee-length dress, a straw hat, and a pair of white sports shoes. Her whole being emitted a youthful energy.
She had been born pretty, with delicate skin, long eyelashes, and big eyes. Even the sun behind her paled slightly when she smiled.
His heart pounded like thunder instantly.
Ling Sheng, who had already run to his side, was looking left and right. "Is it just you?"
"Who else did you want to see other than me?" Jun Shiyan's voice was slightly hoarse.
"Assistant An isn't here to take care of you? How could he let you walk around the park alone?" Ling Sheng walked behind him to help him push the wheelchair.
"The suitcase… Give me the suitcase." Jun Shiyan turned his head slightly and spoke gently.
