Since they were heading to the company, Su Mo had asked Leng Shuang to change into a black office suit. The crisp suit fit her perfectly, giving her the appearance of a capable and elegant personal secretary rather than the cold assassin she truly was.
When they arrived at the parking area of the villa, Leng Shuang glanced around at the neat rows of luxury vehicles—sports cars, executive sedans, and limited-edition models lined up like an exhibition.
"Master, which one is your car?" she asked.
Su Mo casually glanced over the collection.
"None of them," he said lightly. "Just pick one that's low-key and comfortable."
Miss Yang had already told him he could use anything in the villa freely. Since that was the case, there was no reason to be polite about it.
Leng Shuang nodded and walked over to a sleek black Porsche parked near the corner. It looked expensive, but compared to some of the flashy sports cars around it, it was relatively restrained.
