The scorching sun should be a good time to stay at home, fan yourself and eat watermelon, but people who live a comfortable life cannot enjoy this leisure time. A black Mercedes-Benz was driving slowly on the street. The person in the car, to be precise, should be the man sitting in the driver's seat. He was steering the steering wheel with an expressionless face. The three-piece ARMANI he was wearing showed his extraordinary wealth, but his young face had a "keep away from strangers" expression. No wonder, this was not the first time he was chased by a car. He glanced at the rear mirror, and saw a girl no older than sixteen years old, pedaling a bicycle pantingly, determined to follow his direction. Occasionally, she would let out a weak cry: "Young Master Zhan," and then be drowned in the noisy traffic.
Zhan Yuding shook his head helplessly and muttered to himself: "Little girl, please be safe." Then he took a deep breath, accelerated the accelerator, turned into an arrow, and fled in a safe direction.
It wasn't until he entered a safe zone that he heaved a sigh of relief, slowed down the car, and returned to his distracted state. Only while driving, he allowed himself to be distracted, simply because there were too many things to do in daily life. At such a young age, he had to shoulder the huge family fortune of the Zhan Group to fulfill his father's last wish. What right did he have to be distracted? Although public service announcements also warn that safety is the top priority when driving, the most free time of the day is when driving. If he doesn't take advantage of this time to think wildly, his brain capacity may be overloaded.
What are you thinking? He didn't know either, he just felt that a lot of his life had passed away during the camp service, and it seemed that he was always lacking something.
He is naturally introverted. Although he was born into a wealthy family, he has not liked to be in public since he was a child. However, he has been living in the public spotlight, and the nightmare from his boyhood has been haunting him. Thinking of this, he was startled, waved his head vigorously, and took a free hand from the steering wheel to rub the center of his brow. He didn't think about it anymore. Everything has passed, and the story must continue -