Mo Roulan spent the next few days inside her home only.
Sitting on her bed, Mo Roulan looked at the wheelchair placed in the corner with contempt-filled eyes. At the same moment, Lin Qianru entered the room.
Seeing her daughter's expression, she shook her head helplessly.
"I don't understand why do you hate this thing so much?"
She said as she entered the room with Mo Roulan's washed clothes in her hands.
"Mom, I want to walk around the house. I am fine now."
Mo Roulan said with helplessness in her voice.
Lin Qianru folded Mo Roulan's clothes as she shook her head and said
"I would have allowed you to do so but the doctor just said yesterday that you should not put too much pressure on your feet for the next few days."
Mo Roulan sighed in frustration.
Just at this moment, the doorbell of the apartment rang. Mo Roulan's face suddenly had a not-so-good expression.
It must be him!
