"Mr. Gu, do you need me to take you upstairs?" After finishing the food, Chuzheng kindly asked.
Gu Yu coldly refused, "No need."
"Are you sure you don't need help? I can, you know."
"No need."
Gu Yu turned his wheelchair towards the elevator, but after pressing the button for a long time, there was no response. Chuzheng slowly walked over, "Mr. Gu, do you need help?"
Gu Yu: "..."
Even a broken elevator is against him.
Gu Yu pressed a few more times in frustration, and when the elevator still didn't respond, he turned his wheelchair towards the stairs. Chuzheng followed behind with her hands in her pockets.
She thought Gu Yu would have to ask her for help, but who knew Young Master Gu would support himself with his hands on the wheelchair and stand up on his own.
"!!!" What's going on here! How did you stand up!! "Your legs..."
