The driver shuddered, dared not say a word, and immediately started the engine.
After the car drove out of the base, the driver looked at Li Nanheng sitting in the back through the rearview mirror, whose eyes flickered with an angry and cold gleam. The driver hesitated and asked carefully, "Young Master Li, are you upset about going back to the Li family or were you offended by someone at this base? Who are you angry at? "
Nanheng snorted, "Do I look angry?"
Driver. "...a little bit."
Nanheng didn't speak again this time, and looked indifferently at the scenery outside the window and the long highway passing quickly.
What was he mad at?
Mad at a fifteen-year-old teenager who was male?
Nanheng raised his well-shaped brow and tried to figure out why. That was probably because it was not easy for him to find a newbie with such a great potential, so it was inevitable for him to pay him more attention.
