The electronic mount inside the car placed the wheelchair on the ground.
Looking at Qiu Qingyi sitting in the wheelchair, Lin Fan's expression was clearly a bit dazed.
"Why? Did Feng Xiaoxiao not tell you that I'm disabled?"
Qiu Qingyi smiled, and although it was their first meeting, the special secret talks over the phone meant they were not strangers.
"No, after all, we never talk behind people's backs, and besides, that's not the point."
Lin Fan stood there without moving, while Feng Xiaoxiao walked to Qiu Qingyi's wheelchair with a smile and pushed it over.
As the minivan arrived, it was followed by several black BMWs. As soon as the cars stopped, a few competent-looking women stepped out and stood behind Qiu Qingyi, some of whom were Feng Xiaoxiao's bridesmaids.
"Your husband really has a way with words. No wonder he became the youngest County Magistrate in Jiangning."
Qiu Qingyi smiled and nodded slightly. That was a nice thing to say.
