Ning Yu waited on the second floor for a long time, his legs almost numb from standing, before he heard a sound coming from not far away.

It’s Jiang Yu.

The man sat in a wheelchair with a metallic sheen, followed by four bodyguards in black. His brows were calm and reserved, but his pupils were always quiet and cold, exuding a captivating chill.

Suddenly he saw a slender figure in red walking towards him, swaying gracefully with her skirt flowing.

Only when he got closer did he see the woman's face clearly. It was beautiful and gorgeous, like a wild rose blooming among thorns in the wild.

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, "Ning Yu?"

He remembered this woman, she was the secretary of his nephew Jiang Ruchuan.

Ning Yu didn't expect Jiang Yu to know her.

But it's not surprising. After all, she is the secretary of Jiang Ruchuan, the heir of the Jiang family, and can be considered his right-hand man.

It’s just that Jiang Ruchuan doesn’t care.

Ning Yu curled her red lips and stared at the man's crippled legs.

The black-clad bodyguard beside him was a little angry, "How dare you! Who told you to look at the gentleman's..."

Jiang Yu raised his hand, and the man behind him finally shut up, but he still had some resentment in his voice.

Although Jiang Yu was very unhappy about being stared at, he could see that the woman in front of him did not mock him, but was calm.

"Ms. Ning, you came to me suddenly. I'm afraid my nephew doesn't know about it, right?"

Ning Yu smiled, "Boss Jiang really doesn't know."

Having said this, there was a pause, and Ning Yu suddenly bent her soft waist towards Jiang Yu. Her collar loosened a little, and from a man's perspective, she could see the beauty of her snow-white breasts.

But Jiang Yu remained indifferent, his expression extremely apathetic.

Ning Yu's slender hand fell on the man's thigh and slid slowly. Although her posture was ambiguous, her words were earth-shattering.

"I know someone who can heal your leg..."