Since this man's arm got injured, he no longer drives himself. The family hired a driver for him, so now the driver takes him everywhere.
"Nothing much happening in the morning, so let the driver take you to the company first. Besides, taking my wife to work is my honor. Even if there's something going on, isn't it worth postponing?"
"Smooth talker."
"Haha, hurry up and wash up. I'll wait for you in the dining room. Once you're done with breakfast, I'll take you to the company, and then I'll head to mine."
"Okay."
Driving on the road, Han Xiangyang suddenly sneezed violently: "Damn, something unlucky is bound to happen today."
Lan Yiqing, still having breakfast in the dining room, saw her son come out dressed and habitually reminded him, "Your arm hasn't healed yet, be careful."
"I know, Mom."
"Okay."
After the conversation ended, a while later, seeing he had no intention of leaving, she asked puzzled, "Aren't you going to the company? Why aren't you leaving yet?"
