After a full ten minutes, Gu Shaocheng tried to stand up and walk around, but he found that his legs seemed to have no sensation at all. He continued to discuss business matters with Nan Baihao.
Chenxing ran upstairs to grab a blanket and came back to drape it over him.
She sat close to him, picked up the remote control, and changed the channel. A servant placed a fruit platter on the low table; she ate some mangoes, finishing two before wiping her hands with a tissue. "Shaocheng, check if your legs are feeling any better?"
Twenty minutes had gone by. Gu Shaocheng nodded and tried to stand, but his legs still wouldn't move freely. He braced himself against the sofa, slowly attempting to stand, but couldn't. "How long has it been?"
"Twenty minutes now."
Gu Shaocheng's face changed instantly: "I can't feel anything at all."
Nan Baihao glanced at Gu Shaocheng's face. "Bro, what's going on? Didn't you say it would get better in a few minutes?"
