Goodman didn't react at first, then couldn't help but chuckle. "Mr. Yang, you sure have a sense of humor. Our company's drivers shuttle people around Paris daily. They're extremely familiar with the city. It's highly unlikely they'd take a wrong turn."
"Really? I think you should take a look outside, Mr. Goodman. It feels like we're heading in the opposite direction," Yang Chen remarked, lightly tapping the window with his wine bottle.
Goodman felt a surge of irritation. Was this man treating him like a fool? A former kebab vendor, now inexplicably a director at Yu Lei International, on equal footing with him, and traveling to Paris with Lin Ruoxi... Regardless of how lucky Yang Chen had been, there was still a stark difference in their abilities. No matter how much he pretended, Yang Chen was still just an ordinary person. What could he possibly know?
