Watching Ning Yue leave, Fang Cheng turned and walked toward the VIP parking area.
A brand-new Bentley Flying Spur sat quietly in the parking space, its champagne-colored paint glistening under the sun with a luxurious sheen.
Su Xiaole beat him to it, opening the rear door and placing a hand on the car's roof edge:
"Chairman, please."
Fang Cheng nodded slightly, bending down to sit inside the car.
The door closed softly, instantly blocking out the noise and heat from outside.
The engine started, and a low, dense hum subtly rose from the chassis.
Cool air quickly flowed from the air conditioning vents, swiftly sweeping away the stuffy heat inside the car.
Su Xiaole shifted into drive and smoothly drove the luxury sedan out of the dealership's doors.
Fang Cheng leaned back in the seat and raised his hand to press the adjustment button on the seat side, finding a comfortable sitting posture.
