On the way back, Xie Mingyu kept thinking of Shangxue.
The more he thought about it, the worse he felt, and his face grew darker. Even the bodyguards were scared into trembling at the sight of him. No one dared ask what was wrong; they only served him more cautiously.
Originally, he could have bought a plane ticket or taken a private jet back that day.
But for some unknown reason, the young master insisted on taking the car back.
"Young Master, it's such a long and bumpy journey. It'll be too tiring to take the car," the bodyguard advised.
Xie Mingyu lashed out, "Do you think I can't handle hardship?"
The bodyguard thought, isn't that obvious?
But he didn't dare to say it aloud.
"You're joking, Young Master. How could you not withstand hardship? Young Master is so formidable, can endure more than anyone else."
"Of course, since childhood, I've endured so much traditional medicine; you guys can't endure like I do. Just take the car back; bumpy or not, I want to."
