The Bentley moved forward at an unhurried pace, and on the back seat, Ning Xiaofei gripped Mu Tianye's hand tightly. It seemed she had a belly full of words she wanted to pour out to him, but she didn't know where to start.
After hesitating for a long time, she still wanted to confirm his condition.
"Your spine is really okay?"
Just now, she had seen clearly that although Mu Tianye's movements were not as natural as usual, getting in and out of the car did not show much abnormality. He was nothing like the "wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life" that Mother Mu had claimed. Ning Xiaofei had already guessed that Mother Mu was deliberately trying to deceive her into leaving, but she could not be at ease without confirming.
The man shook his head, catching the joyful expression on her face, and then his hand encased her small palm.
"That woman said it?"
