"Alright."
Ye Zi'an had been cooped up in the room all these days, so when he heard there was a wheelchair, he nodded in agreement.
"Fugui, come over and help Brother An."
Yang Chuxia called out to the young servant, Fugui, who had just finished eating.
"Yes, Miss."
With that, he came over. Yang Chuxia originally intended for Fugui to help her lift Ye Zi'an onto the wheelchair. But, knowing that Ye Zi'an couldn't stand on his legs for the time being, Fugui bent down and lifted Ye Zi'an onto the wheelchair with a horizontal hug.
Yes, it was a hug—and a princess-style one at that. Instantly, Yang Chuxia burst into laughter, while the expression on Ye Zi'an's face was indescribably awkward. Fugui, however, didn't understand why she was laughing.
After putting Ye Zi'an down, Fugui scratched his head in confusion.
"Are you done laughing?" Ye Zi'an glanced at her helplessly.