Sitting in the wheelchair, Qiao Qiangwei hurriedly called out to Fang Zhi as she saw him heading towards the stairs.
Fang Zhi stopped in his tracks, turned back, and looked at Qiao Qiangwei indifferently, "You can stay here, but you must be quiet, or I'll send you to the hospital immediately."
Eager to stay, Qiao Qiangwei quickly closed her mouth.
She turned to the steward beside her, "I want to go to the second floor."
The steward was quite helpless, "Miss, there are many empty rooms on the first floor, you can stay there for now."
"I don't want to, I want to go to the second floor."
The steward frowned, "Your legs are not in a condition to go upstairs, it will be very difficult."
Qiao Qiangwei thought about it, and indeed, she would have to climb stairs every single day, which could completely ruin her legs.
After much distress, her stomach was already growling with hunger, so she reluctantly agreed to the steward's suggestion, "Just pick any room for me, I'm not picky."
