Request

Long Qian Xing entered the carriage.

The carriage itself looked relatively simple from outside, but the inside was quite comfortable. It could be said that the people who prepared this carriage before put great importance in the comfort of those who wanted to use it. 

After entering, he looked at Gu Xia Mo, who was pushing his wheelchair to the prepared position. 

It was not that easy to control the wheelchairs, especially in a narrow carriage like this. 

"They can still hear it," Long Qian Xing reminded. 

"I know, but I trust my subordinate." Gu Xia Mo shrugged and then through for a moment before asking, "And you trust her, don't you?"

"I do." Long Qian Xing nodded solemnly.