At midnight, the sky over the Capital was bright, and the neon lights turned the entire city into a sleepless metropolis.
A black Mercedes-Benz business car drove along the wide road. In the back seat, a man clutched a cigarette, half-opening the window to exhale smoke.
His handsome face bore a touch of coldness and a hint of indifference to worldly matters.
"Back to the old residence, Second Young Master?" the driver asked as they approached a key traffic light.
If they were heading back to the old residence, he needed to take the right turn lane; otherwise, it was a left turn.
The person in the back seat was silent for a moment, then spoke in a cold voice, "We're not going back."
Upon hearing this, the driver nodded, turned on the indicator, and took the left turn lane.
"What about when the old master asks?" the driver asked again, seemingly concerned.
The man tapped his cigarette in the ashtray and replied coolly, "Just say I'm working late at the office."
