Zhuo Zi'ang walked in and saw Kang Chen's body swaying as if he was about to collapse. His face was as pale as a sheet, and sweat the size of soybeans dripped off his forehead. It seemed like he couldn't hold on any longer. Zhuo Zi'ang was so startled that his voice raised in alarm: "Boss, what's wrong with you?"
Kang Chen pressed down on his hand. "Don't make a scene. We'll discuss it outside."
Zhuo Zi'ang didn't know what was going on, but seeing Kang Chen in this state, he hurriedly nodded. "Alright, I'll help you out."
Kang Chen stopped him. "No need. I'll walk myself."
He gritted his teeth, managed to take a step forward, and headed outside.
Zhuo Zi'ang followed behind, his heart pounding with fear. Kang Chen seemed to be enduring extreme pain, relying solely on his sheer willpower to keep going. He concealed it marvelously—an outsider wouldn't suspect anything was amiss.
