Xu Mushen was staring at the girl.
Because of her injury, her face was pale, which highlighted the jet-black brightness of her eyes.
At the moment, she couldn't even sit properly in the wheelchair, her injured leg was crossed over the uninjured one.
She supported her chin with her hand, looking at Xu Nanjia with a mischievous tone.
People who had been educated in the classical aristocracy since childhood, like him, couldn't stand her seemingly sloppy appearance. But inexplicably, her slightly provocative demeanor was making her seem... somewhat adorable.
The moment the thought emerged, he was slightly taken aback.
Damn it!
What the hell was he thinking?
At this time, the old lady had figured out the situation, and she stood up shaky, grumbled, "Nanjia, how could you do this?! This bracelet, I have worn it for thirty years, you..."
Xu Nanjia bit her lip, pouting: "It wasn't me..."
