Tang Chuxia sighed, "Before I answer your question, can you help me fix my belt? It's about to fall off!"
Because she couldn't move at all, the only thing Tang Chuxia cared about was her belt.
The person was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
To still focus on a belt in a situation like this, there were probably not many people in the world who would do that.
Su Lan squatted down to help Tang Chuxia with her belt. Instead of doing anything to her, she just propped her up against a chair nearby.
"Listen, Sister Su, can you adjust me a bit? I'm really uncomfortable squished up in this chair. I can't move anyway, so why don't you let me lie down, how about that?"
Su Lan: …
She had indeed recognized Su Lan.
Su Lan, too lazy to keep hiding her face, removed the cover and revealed her whole face—it was Su Lan, the widow with a somewhat ambiguous relationship with the Young Uncle.
