"I'm so sorry, so sorry!"
Mom hurried over, then offered a sincere apology to Chen Yuan, who had lifted her daughter up high. Her tone was guilty, and in her eyes, there was a hint of pleading: This child is disabled, she didn't do it on purpose.
She did indeed not damage me on purpose.
But to dare to speed on such a winding road with such poor driving skills?
Do you even know how to drift around a water channel corner?
"It's fine," Chen Yuan shook his head and said, "Xinyu, help the auntie set the wheelchair back up, will you?"
"Mhm, okay."
Xia Xinyu quickly went over to help.
Then, the two women set the somewhat heavy electric wheelchair upright. Meanwhile, Chen Yuan placed the young driver back in her original spot.
And she, like a finely crafted doll, remained quietly still without moving an inch.
Only her eyes kept watching me.
