After she got into the car, Nan Zhi realized it was not the car from this morning.
This car belonged to the extended wheelbase model, there was a lot of space and all kinds of equipment. There was an air of aristocracy, she had not ridden in such a luxurious car even when she was the arrogant daughter doted on by Nan Weiye.
The people in the car felt nothing when the car was driving on the road. It was as smooth as sitting on a comfortable bed in a bedroom.
The lighting in the car was dim. Nan Zhi sat close to the window and from the corner of her eye, looked at the expressionless man sitting in the middle. Her eyes ran down the sharp contours of his face, which looked as though it had been carved with extreme care by a master artisan. There was only one word for it, perfect.
But there really wasn't much to compliment on regarding his foul temper.
Just when Nan Zhi wanted to ask him where he was taking her, he gave her a sideward glance.