Jiang Ning said, "I don't want to sit in a wheelchair today."
"No."
"No? Who's the master here, you or me?"
"Sit."
"I won't sit!"
Jiang Ning carried the food box and walked around him.
Gucheng pushed the wheelchair behind her, quietly followed her for a while, and said, "I'll go back."
"Go back where?" Jiang Ning looked back at him.
"To the General."
"What?" Jiang Ning turned around, "You want to go back to Uncle?"
Gucheng nodded.
He was the kind of person who would not speak unless he had to.
As if saying one more word would drain his energy.
"You're not leaving!" Jiang Ning flatly refused, "Uncle gave you to me, so you're mine in life and in death. Even if you become a ghost, you can only haunt me!"
Gucheng: "…Aren't you afraid?"
"I'm not afraid of ghosts; some people are scarier than ghosts. Besides, if Gucheng becomes a ghost, he would still be a quiet, lovable ghost."
"…"
Gucheng was silent for a moment, then said, "Sit."