"Is he a cripple?" The aunt who had just urged Mu Xiayao whispered with shame on her face.
The people behind Auntie looked at Mu Xiayao's back with pity and whispered to their companions.
"It's such a pity that I became disabled at such a young age."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, such a good girl, why is she disabled?"
Ye Xingchen's heart skipped a beat when he heard the word disabled. On the way to the police station, he saw no pain on her face and judged her to be disabled.
But he didn't help her or pity her, he just slowed down.
He didn't like being pitied, and he figured she didn't either.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
