Chen Feng went to start his car, while Peng Qirui looked at his driver and said, "Drive this car back, both of us will take a taxi."
The middle-aged driver couldn't help but show a constipated expression upon hearing Peng Qirui's words.
He had heard what Chen Feng told Peng Qirui yesterday, as well as just now.
Initially, he didn't think much of it, but seeing Peng Qirui now frightened by Chen Feng's words into taking a taxi, he naturally felt scared too.
After all, he had experienced a life-and-death ordeal with Peng Qirui just yesterday.
But he was a full-time driver, and it wouldn't be right to leave the car parked here indefinitely. If he didn't drive it back, who would?
Unable to refuse, he watched with a constipated look as Peng Qirui, together with his assistant, got into Chen Feng's car and drove quickly towards the exit.
With no other choice, the driver took a couple of deep breaths, cheered himself up, and then went over to the Bentley to get in.
