The driver was actually a security guard from the club. Tao Yuan farm provided free designated driver services for its members, so many guards doubled as drivers, and most had licenses.
Following Xia Ruofei's instructions, the young guard quickly pulled the car over. They hadn't traveled far from the club and were still in the distant suburbs, so parking on the roadside wouldn't disrupt traffic.
"Mr Xia, what can I do for you?" the guard asked respectfully after stopping.
Although Xia Ruofei, a shareholder, rarely showed his face, this guard was among the first batch of hires. He knew exactly where the young man stood in the hierarchy of Tao Yuan farm and didn't dare show the slightest neglect. In reality, the staff had to carefully serve every single member. High-end clubs sold service, after all.
