Chen Nan's thoughts were simple: Bao Ye is a workaholic, spending almost all his time working aside from meals and social events.
Maybe it's because he sat for too long, which made his back uncomfortable and caused it to strain.
No wonder Mr. Bao didn't get out of the car earlier; he sensed something was off then.
Chen Nan sighed inwardly; Mr. Bao really cares about saving face.
When these words reached Bao Ye's ears, his face instantly turned dark, and his black eyes glared at Chen Nan like a blade. His tone was icy: "What are you questioning?"
Chen Nan didn't understand: "Huh?"
"Chen Nan, you're getting bold," Bao Ye said, "How dare you question me..."
Despite the severe back pain, Bao Ye's anger was even greater; he spoke through gritted teeth.
Before he finished speaking, Chen Nan suddenly understood what Bao Ye meant.
With a face caught between crying and laughing, Chen Nan quickly interrupted, "Misunderstanding, Mr. Bao, misunderstanding."
