Shen Jing called for a designated driver.
Once she handed over the keys, she comfortably lay down in the back seat.
The designated driver was a young man. He adjusted the seat and steering wheel, noting the substantial difference between a girl's settings and a boy's.
It was his first time driving such a luxury car. It was a white model with an interior primarily in matching white—pure, clean, and understated, yet clearly very expensive. This young lady is quite wealthy.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and started to chat with his employer.
"Where are we heading, ma'am?"
"To the private garage of Yunding's Block C."
Yunding luxury residences, huh? The kind with exclusive private garages.
It had been a long time since he, as a driver, had encountered a truly wealthy family.