Su Fanxing didn't refuse at the moment.
As she pushed him in the wheelchair to the parking lot, Su Fanxing was about to sit in the driver's seat when Lin Tianyu pulled her back.
"I'll drive."
Lin Tianyu said softly.
"Can you manage?"
Su Fanxing looked him up and down.
Although he wasn't actually lame, wouldn't driving the car reveal that?
"I can manage, help me into the car."
Perhaps men don't like being questioned about their capabilities, Lin Tianyu looked somewhat stern.
His profound eyes stared at Su Fanxing.
Su Fanxing nodded, helped him into the driver's seat, and folded the wheelchair to place it in the trunk.
She then quickly sat in the passenger seat, reading the address aloud, "Hurry!"
"No need to rush, she is just at home," Lin Tianyu replied calmly.
Su Fanxing urged him, "What if she does something rash?"
"You've been with her for a few days, can't you gauge her personality? Is she the type to do something rash?"
