Song Jingchen heaved a sigh of relief and sat back in the wheelchair under Shen Yijia's resentful gaze.
Shen Yijia gritted her teeth in anger. Who would be so blind to come to the house at this time? Usually, no one would come to the house. However, the weather had been bad recently, and people came by to bother them every few days.
However, no matter how angry she was, she could only push the wheelchair out to meet the guest.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Lin Shao running back towards them. It was cold, but the blush on his face did not fade.
Seeing the two of them come out, he heaved a sigh of relief. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at them. He stammered, "In the front hall."
Shen Yijia was confused by his appearance. Song Jingchen held his forehead. This kid had obviously misunderstood something.
However, he could not explain himself. Otherwise, he would be exposing himself.
