But he was just telling the truth. . .
The elevator door opened, and Fang Shi followed Lu Chenjun out.
"Hello, President Lu."
"Good afternoon President Lu."
Everyone bowed towards Lu Chenjun, but he ignored them and kept on walking.
Inside the underground parking lot, Lu Chenjun turned to Fang Shi and said, "You go to the Zuanji Steakhouse and get some food-to-go. You have 30 minutes to get the food and arrive at Yinghui's apartment. I will go with the chauffeur."
Fang Shi nodded and entered his car.
The chauffeur was an old man in his 50's. Lu Chenjun treated him well and gave him a consistent salary although he rarely drove for Mr. Lu. Most of the time, Fang Shi would drive as he had to accompany Mr. Lu to several events.
Mr. Lu called the driver, who was in the building. "Grandpa Li. Can you come down real quick? I need you to drive me somewhere."
In five minutes, Grandpa Li walked into the parking lot and opened the backseat door for Lu Chenjun.
