"Mr. Lu, Miss Biao, we're here." The driver was relieved to have reason to break the growing tension in the car. The girl pouted when she heard they had arrived, and she pushed the door open without looking at Lu Bancheng. She walked fast and angrily to the house with a cake in her hand.
Lu Bancheng sat in the back seat without moving, as the driver unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. He passed Lu Bancheng's door and continued walking to the trunk, where he retrieved a folding wheelchair, opened it, and pushed it to his door before opening it.
"Mr. Lu, be careful." The driver helped him get out of the car and held onto him until he got him into the wheelchair. "Mr. Lu, please don't mind what Miss Biao said. She just has a bad temper. She actually cares and worries about you."
Lu Bancheng looked up and gave the driver a gentle smile. "I know. I'm fine. It's pretty late now. You can go home."