Young Master was tired from sitting for so long. Lying down was much more comfortable.
The servant, Lingzhi, hurried to agree. She first arranged the pillows well, then pushed the wheelchair over to the bed. When she turned around to call people to help, Fang Chengyu grabbed her arm.
"No need," he said. "It should be fine with just you."
Although Fang Chengyu was of slight built, Lingzhi couldn’t move him on her own. Afterall, she couldn’t move him like a burlap sack.
But if Young Master said it, Lingzhi would not dare to contradict. She closed her mouth and reached for Fang Chengyu.
He rested one hand against the bed and the other on Lingzhi. By applying force, he maneuvered himself to sit on the bed.
‘It feels easier than when two people were helping to move Young Master before,’ thought Lingzhi.
What was going on? It seemed like there was some strength in Young Master’s lower body.
"Come, you sit too," he ordered, pointing at the bed.
