The man stood at the door opposite.
He was dressed in a white shirt and casual pants, still carrying himself with remarkable grace and a tall, handsome figure. But...
There was something discordant.
He held a crutch on his right side.
Chu Liangxia observed him carefully.
His expression was detached, his presence aloof, that cold indifference that kept people at bay seemed much stronger now.
A simple glance that swept over her felt like a hail of bullets, piercing through her.
Inexplicably, the moment Chu Liangxia met his gaze, she felt a chill in her heart.
"What a coincidence."
Chu Liangxia quietly stepped back, yet greeted him amiably.
No matter what, she had not expected Feng Ziheng to be the person living opposite her.
Feng Ziheng indifferently withdrew his gaze, clearly showing no intention of engaging with her, and started to move out of the door, propping himself with his crutch.
It was then that Chu Liangxia noticed the trash bag in his hand.
"Let me help you."