"The old man did it," Shen Jue said, glancing at Lin Bufan. "You going?"
Lin Bufan quickly pulled off his sleeve and shook his head repeatedly, "Ah, the old man is old now, I bet he can't pack much of a punch."
Shen Jue sneered at Lin Bufan, waiting for him to come over and help him into the car.
Lin Bufan dutifully played the role of a porter, and once they were in the car, he mumbled quietly, "Boss, is your foot really healed or not? That day when you suddenly got up and walked a few steps for me, was I just dreaming?"
Lin Bufan could still remember that day vividly, when he saw Shen Jue get out of bed by himself and walk over to sit in the wheelchair in the rest room of the big fish, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
He even stammeringly asked the boss if he saw it wrong.
Shen Jue replied to him with a calm face.
"If you saw me walking, then you didn't see it wrong."
Lin Bufan almost screamed and fainted at the time.
