Qi Ting sat in the backseat of the Buick GL8 nanny car, enjoying the vehicle that could accelerate to a maximum speed of 200 kilometers per hour as steady as an old dog.
But at this moment, sitting in the backseat of the GL8, she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.
She had always been fearless, never flinching while speeding in a car, but as they say, there is a counter for every wild. The person she feared the most was her master Wen Yun, and the other was Lin Wanzhou.
During her four years as an assistant, when she had just started the job, Wen Yun was already mentoring Lin Wanzhou. Back then, the eighteen-year-old Lin Wanzhou was even more silent and reticent, eerily quiet.
Sometimes, she would sit there all day long and not say a word, like a delicate human-shaped puppet.
Even now, Qi Ting could still remember the days when she first spent time alone with Lin Wanzhou, the silence unbearable, making her afraid to even make a sound.
