Gu Ming truly was Li Shengxiao's right-hand man, with an efficiency so high it was almost infuriating.
He had swiftly arranged the car, not only sending Rong Yan off but also instructing the driver several times to be careful on the road, to drive slowly before finally watching her leave.
The drive was both fast and steady, and in the time it took Rong Yan to play a round of a mobile game, the car had already arrived at its destination.
"Miss Rong, we've arrived," the driver said as he opened the car door for her.
"We have?"
"Yes, we have."
"Oh, okay," Rong Yan, still a bit disoriented, put away her phone, picked up the document bag beside her, and bent down to get out of the car.
As soon as she got out of the car, she breathed in the fresh air of the suburban area. The refreshing oxygen cleansed her lungs, and she felt so comfortable that she snapped out of her drowsiness.