"President Lu, do you need me to take Miss Mu back to her place again?" The driver looked at the eerie calm inside the car and felt inexplicably nervous. His back felt a chill, and every time he met Lu Jingang's eyes, it seemed as though Lu Jingang wanted to devour someone. Gathering his courage, he cautiously spoke.
Lu Jingang furrowed his brows, gazing at her lovely face flushed even in sleep, his expression clearly clouded with a trace of displeasure. His thin lips were pressed into a line, and after a long silence, he finally spoke blandly, "No need. You can clock off now."
"Yes." The driver nervously unbuckled his seatbelt, swiftly pushed open the car door, and left.
After the driver had left, Lu Jingang placed the tablet back in its original position, opened the car door and stepped out. He hesitated briefly but eventually walked around the car in his high-end leather shoes to Mu Lezhu's side. He opened the car door, pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a silent sigh.
