It was almost dusk, so Nie Qixing left the Nie family villa in a car.
The scenery on both sides of the road sped backward.
Nie Qixing pinched the bridge of his nose to relax. However, he felt vexed when he thought of the troublesome things he had to deal with.
The air conditioner did not make him feel much better.
He loosened his tie and opened the window to let the wind in.
It was a little more ventilated now.
Nie Qixing's tightly knitted brows relaxed a little.
The chauffeur watched as he undid his tie and rolled down the window in frustration. He kept silent and did not dare to disturb him.
At this moment, Nie Qixing seemed to have thought of something and instructed him in a low voice, "Go to the clubhouse."
"Young Master Nie, now?" The chauffeur looked surprised through the rearview mirror.
Nie Qixing immediately looked impatient. His face darkened and his eyes narrowed. "Why? Do you have a problem with that?"
