Qin Shaobai opened the van door and kicked the driver inside. Although his actions were a bit rough, one couldn't deny that he had a certain charm when being rough; his handsome features shone brightly in the sunlight, and his contours became even more distinct.
Shi Aoju stood casually with one hand in his trouser pocket, leaning against the door, expressionless as he looked at the driver in the van. The corner of his lips slowly curled up; he was clearly smiling, but it never reached his eyes, leaving not a hint of warmth.
"Young Master Xiao certainly has high spirits, playing such thrilling games."
His voice was deep, and although his tone was calm, it subtly exuded a sense of hostility, making one's hair stand on end.
The van driver had his head down initially, but upon hearing Shi Aoju's words, he looked up. He wore a mask that covered most of his face and a black baseball cap, revealing only a pair of peach blossom eyes. He appeared to be quite a young man.
