One incident after another left Xiu Yi unable to react for a moment.
The first to snap out of it was the girl who had been holding an iPad; she stared at Mo Shangjun with a mix of anger and disbelief, "We don't even know you, why should we push your wheelchair? Helping you is out of kindness, okay? Not helping isn't an obligation!"
As the girl flew into a temper, Mo Shangjun calmed down, she coldly looked at her with a smile, "Does that person know you, either? Is giving books to a stranger also an obligation?"
"..."
The girl was instantly at a loss for words.
It was Xiu Yi, standing to one side, who had come back to his senses, realizing that the woman in the wheelchair was trying to help him out, he looked at her with a mix of gratitude and embarrassment.
"He's not even popular. I'm asking him for books to help him promote, it's called increasing his popularity." The girl's voice of rebuttal grew fainter, and in the end, all that was left was her muttering, "Nosy."
