"Well, I am your driver for the day, sir" The young man answered politely and reservedly as if he didn't know Zeng Yimo nor did he notice the hostile gaze from him.
Zeng Yimo clicked his tongue while he raised his head to look at the dark sky above, "why don't I see the day that you see but I see the night instead?"
Anyone who hears his words and tone can detect the sarcasm and humiliation that he directed towards the young man.
Zeng Yimo was waiting for a reaction from the man but instead of a reaction like he had expected, he instead saw him bowing his head humbly, "I am sorry for my lack of vocabulary, Sir. I will be your driver for now. Can you please tell me where your car is?"
Zeng Yimo did not expect the man who was about the same age as himself to be so composed even after listening to all his enraging words.
He snickered once before asking, "You want to see my car? You want to be my driver? Can I even trust my life with your driving?"