“President, is it safe to keep Miss Shui Lingyu by An Luoxin’s side?” An Ling was not sure. When Shui Lingyu followed An Luoxin, she could take full care of everything, but she was afraid of a mistake.
“She doesn’t have the courage.”
“Yes.”
Tang Hehan’s car left.
Shui Lingyu walked into the apartment and saw An Luoxin, who was in a wheelchair, tracing her senses on the balcony.
The glass door of the balcony was open, and the cold wind kept blowing into the room.
“Mom” Shui Lingyu walked forward.
An Luoxin seemed to have just discovered that Shui Lingyu was back, and looked at Shui Lingyu: “Xiao Yu is back.”
“Why are you outside, not cold?” Shui Lingyu’s clear eyebrows frowned slightly.
“No matter how cold you are, you can’t be colder.” An Luoxin sighed.
Shui Lingyu looked at her, and although she couldn’t understand the words, she still stepped forward: “I’ll push you in.”
Then she pushed An Luoxin into the room and closed the door on the balcony.
An Luoxin looked at Shui Lingyu’s growing belly, and seemed to be reluctant to look again. She changed her sight and said, “Sit down.”
Shui Lingyu, who closed the door, sat down on the sofa, looked at the wheelchair and asked, “When will the legs be better yet?”
“It’s not good.” An Luoxin shook her head.
“What”
“The doctor said, my legs were ruined and I couldn’t stand up for the rest of my life, and I had to spend all my life in this wheelchair.”
Shui Lingyu was stunned, unwilling to believe it, and even more unwilling to accept this fact: “No, it’s not that I hurt my head, so why can’t my legs stand up?”