C141 About Pang Yuting(1)

Another round of undisguised critical hits.

Even a wheelchair could be this high-end. Gu Xiaoyu felt like he had wasted the past twenty years of his life.

When they reached the ivy table under the umbrella tree, Pan Peiyu pressed the black button on the back of the wheelchair.

The wheelchair turned 40 degrees steadily, just in time to face the only rattan chair