"Bi Xia, what did you just say?" Upon hearing Bi Xia's words, Chu Kuang felt his mind go blank, unable to react for a moment.
Carefully examining the contract handed over by Manager Wang, Bi Xia picked up a pen and signed his name in the Party A's signature space. Though the name 'Bi Xia' was written with a ballpoint pen, it exuded an impressive allure, and an indescribable arrogance seemed to seep from each stroke.
After putting away the file folder prepared by Manager Wang, Bi Xia slowly stood up and said to Chu Kuang, "How are you getting home?"
"Huh?" Chu Kuang was slightly stunned by Bi Xia not answering his question but instead asking another. He then said, "The driver is picking me up."
Bi Xia nodded indifferently, "Tell your driver not to come. I'll drive you home," he said, watching Chu Kuang's dazed expression. Bi Xia raised his eyebrows slightly, "Don't worry, I drive very steadily."
