Exiting the car was a young man in a crisp suit, looking to be no more than twenty-three or four years of age.
He was tall and well-built, almost as tall as Feng Biao, and he stood before Chen Cheng like a pine tree, bowing respectfully: "Mr. Chen."
Chen Cheng quickly recalled the events of the previous night in his mind, recognizing the young man at once as the driver who had given him a ride home last night.
"Mr. Jin sent you for me?" Chen Cheng couldn't help speculating.
"Mr. Chen, I am Chen Donghai, Mr. Jin asked me to pick you up." Chen Donghai's voice was filled with respect.
Noticing this, Feng Biao also faltered: "Pick him up?"
Chen Donghai remained indifferent to Feng Biao's surprise, his gaze stayed focused on Chen Cheng, waiting for his next instruction.
Chen Cheng was momentarily taken aback, then understood it was another thoughtful arrangement by Jin Baogen.
"Alright, thank you for the trouble." Chen Cheng spoke in an unhurried tone: "Have you eaten?"
