In a private room at a barbecue restaurant in West City, six people sat around a grill table. The atmosphere was very harmonious.
Normally, it would have just been the four of them—the teachers and students—plus Rong Yuanshan, making five people. But after leaving the gymnasium, Rong Taotao realized his father had brought a driver.
'He was clearly planning to drink, wasn't he?'
The driver didn't look very old, maybe twenty-five or twenty-six. The young man had a buzz cut, a slender build, and a ramrod-straight posture. He might as well have had three words written on his face: "I'm a soldier."
Judging from the young driver's respectful attitude toward Rong Yuanshan, they were likely superior and subordinate. This made Rong Taotao click his tongue in amazement, because...
Because Rong Yuanshan was a bodyguard himself. A bodyguard who was assigned a driver?
