With Xu Wenbin and his wife watching the kids today, Xu Qing felt liberated. It was just a slight fever, hardly a big deal.
On a whim, he dressed up nicely, shaved, donned his newest shirt, and polished his leather shoes until they gleamed. Xu Qing then positioned himself in the wheelchair under the watchful eyes of the older couple and the siblings, ready to head out.
"You're still sitting?"
"I've got to return it; I can't exactly carry it there," Xu Qing spread his hands.
"..."
It made sense, and Xu Wenbin watched him leave the house, speechless.
Spring had arrived, and in Jiangcheng, where the seasons were distinct, the trees on either side were already lush and green, rustling softly in the breeze.
Wang Zijun was surprised at how quickly he was returning the wheelchair. He had expected Xu Qing to enjoy it for at least ten days to half a month, enough to offer some useful suggestions for further customization.
