By the time Qian Xuan had finished washing and changing into clean clothes, he felt refreshed.
Liu Zhizhong also made himself some hot water, feeling much more comfortable afterward.
As expected, Qian Xuan made a phone call to his wheelchair supplier, instructing them to create a new wheelchair according to the original specifications and deliver it to his home via helicopter immediately.
This way, Qian Xuan would receive the new wheelchair by lunchtime tomorrow.
His immense wealth, resources, and status allowed him to enjoy such a privileged lifestyle—damn, it felt good...
Liu Zhizhong also made some cola ginger tea; the two of them drank it to sweat from inside out, driving away the cold from their bodies.
Liu Zhizhong brought his professional, comfortable fishing chair, letting Qian Xuan take the fishing spot and continue fishing with a spare rod.
He then sat back in a leisure chair, sipping tea while fishing.
