His left leg had endured numerous hardships, and now, Fengyu's left leg was also fractured, as if fate had ordained it. In the courtyard, Zhang Da was tinkering with a wheelchair. Xie Xun walked over and looked at the wooden wheelchair, raising his brows slightly. Zhang Da tested it, but the wheelchair seemed a bit clunky.
Zhang Da squatted nearby, looking troubled, unsure where he'd gone wrong.
"Where did the wheelchair come from?" Xie Xun asked.
Zhang Da stood up and, after bowing, replied, "The Third Miss's left leg needs rest. We wanted to make a wheelchair for her to move around, but the Third Miss found it too heavy, so we're still working on improvements."
