Whenever she really couldn't tolerate his provocation, she would retort, but anytime an argument seemed imminent, she always ended it abruptly.
She ignored Dan Hanjie's offensive language.
"Miss Qin, the wheelchair is ready."
Outside the door, the butler politely knocked and his clear voice penetrated in.
"The sun is out today, and the doctor said you can't just stay in the room all the time. Let me wheel you out to catch some sunlight." Qin Youxuan put down the chunky book in her hand and got up.
She walked to the door, received the wheelchair from the butler, and when she returned, she saw the man's grim face.
"Qin Youxuan, I'm not so disabled that I need a wheelchair!" The man put down the files in his hand, his displeased black eyes scrutinizing the wheelchair in her hands, his face turning exceptionally sour.
Nothing challenges a man's pride more than being treated as a cripple by his own woman.
