This man must be courting death.
Lan Feng rolled and crawled out of the car, tears streaming down his face, wailing, "BOSS, are you okay? I'll call a doctor immediately."
Di Mingjue has a private doctor.
As Lan Feng shakily dialed on his phone, he sincerely repented, "It's all my fault for not coming upstairs with you, look at you now. Ah, how am I gonna explain this! Hang in there, hang in there, I'll call someone right away. Whoever hurt you, we'll kill him!"
Gu Qibao couldn't help laughing, she didn't imagine Lan Feng to be such a funny guy, looking at his fawning attitude, it seemed like Di Mingjue would die at any moment.
Di Mingjue glared at Lan Feng and kicked his butt, "I'm not gonna die, now drive us home. I need to rest for three days."
He was injured, so he had the perfect excuse not to go to work and could stay home with his wife for three days.
"Yes, yes, yes." Lan Feng hurriedly opened the car door, acting like a servile lackey, allowing them both to get in.
