Fang Cheng agreed with a smile.
In the driver's seat, Su Xiaoyong held the steering wheel steadily with both hands, eyes fixed on the road ahead.
The laughter from the backseat clearly reached his ears, but he never glanced sideways, remaining silent.
As though a dutiful machine component, he drove diligently.
Years as a scout had given him a keen sense of smell and the ability to read people's expressions.
He was well aware that the little girl with the radiant smile in the backseat held an exceptional status in his chairman's heart.
This was the untouchable scale, whether it's picking her up from school or secretly protecting her, he must approach it with utmost vigilance.
The Bentley Flying Spur cruised smoothly down the wide city boulevard.
The midday sun grew increasingly glaring, baking the asphalt road and sending up waves of distorted heat.
