Shen Chi took a handkerchief from his pocket, clenched his teeth, furrowed his brows, and forcibly extracted the glass from his flesh.
Large beads of sweat emerged on his forehead, but he kept silent.
"Mr. Shen, let me help you," although Xiao Mo was a man, even he felt distressed watching this.
The glass was forcibly pulled out from the arm, and the blood kept flowing. Xiao Mo's face was full of worry, and he was very anxious.
How painful it must be!
"You drive!" Shen Chi ordered.
He frowned, wrapped the handkerchief around the wound, and stopped the bleeding.
Xiao Mo had a helpless expression on his face. He had been with Shen Chi for so long, and he knew his character well; it was unlikely to change.
"Mr. Shen, where are we headed now?" Xiao Mo asked cautiously.
He saw that Shen Chi's facial expressions were always tense and did not dare to say too much.
Shen Chi's face grew increasingly pale, as there was still no reply to his message.