Huo Shaoheng's expression didn't change, but Fan Jian, who had been his orderly for many years, could tell that Huo Shaoheng wasn't in a good mood.
He stole a glance at Huo Shaoheng through the rearview mirror.
It was common for people in their line of work to not sleep for days on end, but the human body wasn't invincible.
He could tell that Huo Shaoheng was still a little tired.
Huo Shaoheng rested his head against his hand and rested his elbow on the edge of the car window. Fan Jian could only see the side of his face. The lines of his jaw were firm, but they were a little tightly drawn now. He exuded a strong murderous and unapproachable vibe.
Fan Jian shrank his neck and didn't dare to speak. He simply drove quickly. It was usually a half-hour drive, but this time, it only took him 15 minutes to drive to the apartment block where Gu Nianzhi lived.
The car was parked in the parking lot, but Huo Shaoheng wasn't in a hurry to get in.
