A faint crease appeared on Zhao Yu’s brow before vanishing just as quickly. "Your clothes are a mess. I won't keep you. You should go and get cleaned up." Her voice was dismissive. "Ms. Zhang, show our guest out." "Miss Jiang, shall we?" Ms. Zhang moved behind the wheelchair, her hands settling on the grips. Jiang Qingran cast one last, complicated look at Zhao Yu and murmured her assent. With tha