In the dim parking lot, Driver Chen smoked a cigarette—something he rarely did.
He had done it again, revealing his master's location because of that man.
Driver Chen glanced at the Maybach parked some distance away.
Would those two be okay?
When that young man had called earlier to ask where his master was, his voice had been so heavy and intimidating that even Driver Chen, who usually hesitated to give out such information, had blurted out the answer without thinking.
Finishing the cigarette, Driver Chen flicked it to the ground. He reached into his pocket for another, but stopped himself. He didn't want to get addicted. Sighing, he decided to look for a nearby convenience store instead.
It seemed those two were in for a long talk.
.....
A heavy silence hung in the air inside the car.
On the back seat, Bei Sangyun and Fei Chuan sat by the windows, a noticeable distance separating them.
