The driver quickly got out of the car and bowed repeatedly to Boss Cao in apology, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm late, but there's still time. Shall I help you into the car?"
Boss Cao hummed absentmindedly, uncharacteristically forgoing any quarrel with the driver.
Both the driver and the assistant knew that Boss Cao was not a man of good temper.
The driver had braced himself to be thoroughly scolded by Boss Cao but didn't expect Boss Cao to say nothing at all.
The driver couldn't help but be surprised for a moment.
But he quickly recovered, making a move to go over and help Boss Cao into the car.
However, as soon as his hand touched Boss Cao.
Boss Cao suddenly screamed, "My leg, it hurts so much..."
The driver jumped back, hurriedly letting go, "Sir, what's wrong?"
Boss Cao sat in the wheelchair, his face pale, a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, leaning forward slightly, clenching his teeth and holding his injured leg with one hand.
It was clear he was in great pain.
