My Injuries Have Already Healed

Shen Qingyue was still in the midst of her dreams, although her sleep was not very deep. In the vague haze, she heard the voice of Qin Zhen, and immediately furrowed her brow. Hearing this voice so early in the morning was truly ominous. Why couldn't her dreams be undisturbed? Couldn't she just sleep peacefully for a while?

Zhang Jianci always defended his Brother Ming, and upon hearing Qin Zhen's sarcastic tone, a hint of provocation appeared on his face. He spoke with a sneer, "Oh, President Qin, why such a sour tone? What's wrong? Was Wei Jiu'er not satisfying enough for you last night, so you're venting your frustration here?"

With that, Zhang Jianci suddenly slapped his own head, his smile bright but extremely irritating. "How could I forget that President Qin is still in a wheelchair? Perhaps there's something he wants to do, but he's physically incapable? Depending on a young girl for such matters might damage President Qin's prestige, don't you think?"