"Hiss!"
As the injured leg hit the ground, Lao Ma suddenly drew in a sharp breath of cold air.
Lao Ma's wife, distressed for him, advised again, "Lao Ma, let's just forget it. Even without that ten million, living a healthy life in the future wouldn't be too bad."
Lao Ma's face showed difficulty, and he hesitated.
But he soon shook his head and insisted, "I've already gotten out of bed, just clench my teeth and get through it."
With that, he clenched his molars and stepped forward.
The female manager and a bunch of reporters were all waiting for Lao Ma's leg to be ruined, then to see how Zhang Xiaowei would explain it.
"Hiss!"
Lao Ma drew in another sharp breath of cold air, his leg uncontrollably shaking.
However, as he took that step forward, it did not bring the piercing pain he felt yesterday.
The leg still hurt, but the pain was completely bearable.
For a moment, Lao Ma was stunned.
"Wife, let go of me, let me walk a few steps on my own."