Qiao Xi got into the Rolls-Royce, and Huo Xingzhou stood at the door, watching the car grow further away until it disappeared from view.
His face, once gentle and lingering, was now devoid of warmth.
Aunt Qian approached him after a phone call, "Young Master, Mr. Zhou is waiting for you at the company. Here's the car key you asked for. Shall I find you a reliable driver again?"
"No need."
Huo Xingzhou took the car keys she handed over and strode toward the garage, driving away in a luxury car. His hands rested on the steering wheel, his eyebrows and eyes cold and handsome, his gaze calm.
While waiting for the traffic light, his slender fingers gently tapped the edge as if he was plotting something.
The car drove straight to the Tianyuan Group Building, where a security guard, seeing the somewhat unfamiliar license plate, wanted to remind not to park at will in front of the building. But upon seeing the man who emerged from the car, the guard's attitude changed instantly.
