***
He couldn't let himself continue like this.
He wanted to live well.
However, he didn't have to wait long.
Around seven thirty, the door finally opened.
Lin Xuanzi walked out, looking at him sitting in the wheelchair, his eyes showed no change, as if he was looking at an object.
To Qiao Chuleng, this kind of look was like a cold arrow, piercing directly into him, chilling his heart.
As someone with a physical disability, deep down, the greatest fear was being ignored or discriminated against by others.
However, he was well aware of what had happened with Lin Xuanzi ten years ago.
For Xuanzi to look at him like this, rather than full of disgust, was already a good thing.
"Come in!"
Lin Xuanzi said to him indifferently.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin."
Qiao Chuleng was filled with joy.
The man in black pushed him inside.
Lin Xuanzi then closed the door.
