Fang Yuan awoke from her slumber with no knowledge of what had transpired during her nap. As she noticed that the car was nearing the company entrance, she promptly instructed, "Mu Qing, please pull over."
"Of course, Miss Fang Yuan," Mu Qing promptly replied.
Bo Yi leaned over and gently touched her cheek, remarking, "I'll come to pick you up at noon."
"Alright." Fang Yuan exited the car and took a few steps. As she entered the company premises, she was greeted by a taunting voice.
"Well, well, isn't this President Fang? Arriving in style, I see. That car must have cost a pretty penny," taunted Zhao Quan, the speaker. Although he hadn't caught the license plate number, he recognized the model and the prominent Rolls-Royce emblem.
"President Fang, I must say, I'm impressed by your taste in luxury cars given your age," Zhao Quan added with deliberate deference.