Although Chen Qing was not the Gu family's private chauffeur, he was Gu Zhou's chauffeur. Poor Chen Qing. After returning from MY, he did not rest much and was forced to be a chauffeur again.
Qiao Nian looked at the Bentley in front of her and frowned slightly. "Can we keep a low profile?"
If she drove this car out, it would probably attract a lot of attention. She didn't like to be high-profile to begin with.
"Then I'll go change to another car now." With that, Chen Qing drove away. In less than two minutes, a BMW drove out of the Gu family's garage.
Qiao Nian's frown deepened. This car was much more low-profile than the limited edition Bentley, but it was still quite high-profile. "Why do you usually drive when you go to the market to buy groceries?"
"This is the one," Chen Qing said honestly, his expression calm. He didn't understand why Qiao Nian thought this car was high-profile.
