Gu Chen, who was abruptly hung up on, had a displeased look on his face.
"Don't go to Fuyun Court, go somewhere else." He put down the phone and gave Shen Xian's address to the designated driver.
"Alright, got it."
The designated driver glanced at the handsome young man, wondering how he had gone from beaming with joy to having a face full of dark clouds in the blink of an eye. Not daring to hesitate, he quickly agreed.
After all, their fee was calculated by the mileage, and it didn't matter where the client wanted to go; as long as they were paid.
As it turned out, not only did Gu Chen pay promptly, he also gave a tip equivalent to the driving fee.
The designated driver, with a simple foldable bike from the trunk, walked away happily humming a tune. Indeed, those who drove luxury cars were generous.
Gu Chen, with one hand in his pocket, stood tall and straight downstairs, looking up at the white gauze curtain behind which was a dim yellow light.