A few minutes later.
Shang An got into the car mechanically, sitting beside her direct supervisor, while the driver in the front seat was the big BOSS of the group.
She felt dazed, as if sleepwalking.
"Where do you live?" Liang Weining asked while sending an email.
A two-second delay.
"Kwai Tsing District."
Then, she gave a string of detailed addresses.
After speaking, Shang An stole a glance towards the driver's seat, hands sweating. She wondered if Mr. Chen had heard her clearly, or if she needed to repeat it.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, she saw the car's navigation system switch to the latest route, the voice broadcast announcing the destination—it was her residence's location.
After the remote operation was completed, Liang Weining turned off her phone and indicated for the assistant to open the file in the email.
Shang An nodded blankly.
Before officially diving into work, she couldn't help but wonder.
