By the time Xia Yuxun realized what was happening, the man had already let go of her and pushed the wheelchair away without a word.
Xia Yuxun stood there, bewildered, touching her wrist which still throbbed with pain, and immediately chased after him.
"What's wrong with you?"
Tang Jue kept his lips tightly pressed together and his face cold, not even glancing at her.
"Are you angry?"
Tang Jue ignored her, while Xue Haitang beside him let out a mocking snort.
"Hey, can you pay me some attention?" His wheelchair moved so fast that with an injury on her foot, she struggled to keep up. "Did I do something to upset you again? Say something, will you? If I did something wrong, I can change. But if you don't tell me, how will I know what I did wrong? Hey…"
In desperation, Xia Yuxun grabbed the armrest, only for a sudden tearing pain to shoot through her hand. She then noticed a fresh cut, likely from when she tussled with a thief earlier, leaving her hand marked by the blade.
