The assistant from the back seat disembarked, swiftly moving around the front of the car and deftly opening the driver's seat door for Qiao Xiaren. He then made a respectful inviting gesture with a bent waist and raised hand.
Silently, he caught Si Limo's approving glance and mentally congratulated himself for his nimbleness.
Shen Sichen and Ye Mohan were stunned on one side. When Si Limo's gaze passed over them nonchalantly, both felt a chill on their spines.
Ye Mohan suddenly felt incredibly insignificant standing in front of this man. He looked down at his yellowing sneakers, beginning to feel uneasy.
Si Limo's inherent elegance and aristocratic air made him feel utterly humiliated.
How could Qiao Xiaren know such a man? He had previously guessed that after leaving Shanshui Town, Qiao Xiaren's life would be even harder than theirs, penniless, perhaps unable to afford even food and rent.