The sky was dark, but the camp ahead was as bright as day.
The footstool had already been brought over.
Yu Tingwan was preparing to help Wei Zhao get off the carriage.
But Wei Zhao's jawline tightened, and he didn't move his feet.
He said nothing, his eyes casually glanced at Elder Ge not far away.
It was just an ordinary glance.
No warning or pressure.
Yet Elder Ge inexplicably felt flustered.
Wei Zhao: "Has it been too long since you suffered any hardship, that you dare to speak so freely?"
Elder Ge was indignant!
Wasn't I just praising you with my words earlier!
How could you be displeased?
Difficult to please!
Wei Zhao indifferently withdrew his arm.
Yu Tingwan's hand was suddenly empty, and just as she was about to be puzzled, she saw Shunzi stepping forward and extending his hand toward Wei Zhao from under the carriage.
"General, be careful."
Wei Zhao lowered his eyes, got off the footstool, and with Shunzi's help, sat in the wheelchair.
