Ever since then, a legend about a wheelchair had been circulating in Jiang University's Family Building.
Some said that in the dead of night, they had seen a wheelchair lying overturned on the ground, an extremely eerie sight.
Others said they had once seen a man and a woman pushing a wheelchair along a deserted path late at night.
Everyone had their own version of the story, while the culprit had turned into a chair on Luo Ye's balcony.
After all, when it was not being used, a wheelchair was no different from an ordinary chair.
The balcony just happened to need a seat for basking in the sun.
Looking at the discussion in the residents' group chat, Luo Ye sat in the wheelchair with the same feeling he had as a naughty child—throwing rocks at someone else's front door on the way to school, then quickly running away.
He had never expected that he and his senior sister going out at night to try out the wheelchair would turn into a legend of the Family Building.
Fortunately, Wang Dachui did not live here. Otherwise, he would have exaggerated the legend several times over. On top of that, most of the Family Building's residents were older teachers, and it would have caused widespread panic.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the Family Building, Grandpa Fang wore a mask as he took a walk with his wife.
Grandpa Fang's wife muttered to herself, "I wonder what this is all about."
When people got old, they liked gossiping. Grandpa Fang's wife had been muttering about this matter all morning.
Grandpa Fang felt like calluses were about to form in his ears.
"Stop talking about it. It's just a wheelchair. What's the big deal? I'll buy you one."
"Why are you snapping at me? This has