"And this is?"
Lin Liping and Feng Lulu glanced at the clean-cut Ma Long.
"He's Ma Long, my driver," Jiang Xinghai said, patting Ma Long on the shoulder.
Driver?
Ma Long wanted to cry but had no tears. What could he possibly say?
"Ma Long, these two are Lin Liping and Feng Lulu, the owners of this Jishan Hall." Jiang Xinghai and Lin Liping walked into Jishan Hall.
"Ma Long, nice car," Feng Lulu remarked. She was a car enthusiast.
"How about I take you for a couple of laps, Miss Feng?" Ma Long offered enthusiastically.
"Not today. We have business to attend to in a bit." Feng Lulu turned and walked into Jishan Hall.
From start to finish, no one invited him into Jishan Hall.
Ma Long was now in a bind—he couldn't leave, but he couldn't stay either.
'If I leave, I should at least tell Jiang Xinghai, right?'
'But if I don't leave, what am I supposed to do here?'
'Am I really going to be Jiang Xinghai's driver?'
「Inside Jishan Hall.」
