Then, with Si Zhengting's assistance, Zhuang Nainai slowly walked out and got into the car with him.
The car sped toward the Imperial Group. The bodyguards' van paved the way for their car. Si Zhengting was wearing a black suit, a sharp glint dancing in his eyes. He suddenly regained that cold and noble aura that Mr. Si was known for.
He wasn't driving today. Instead, he was seated at the back with Zhuang Nainai. On the way, he even took out Zhuang Nainai's meal and asked her to eat it.
His composed aura made Zhuang Nainai feel less guarded. Her panicked breathing also became more regular.
She took a deep breath, then ate her meal, which tasted like sawdust to her, and looked out the window.
It was the seventh day of the Chinese New Year. Most of the people who worked here had yet to return to the capital, so the roads were less packed with traffic. They quickly reached the entrance of the Imperial Group.
