The President of Feng Yan Union

He did not speak loudly despite the considerable distance between them, but Ling Chuxi heard every word he said clearly. Just like his appearance, his tone was plain with a sense of detachment.

In an instant, Ling Chuxi felt that his eyes were as deep as a pond, filled with vicissitudes that were completely different from his appearance, as well as wisdom that could see through the affairs of the world.

"Miss Ling, this is the president of Feng Yan Union." Jin Buhuan did not even look at the people on the ground. He returned to the carriage, drove quickly towards Ling Chuxi, and then jumped out of the carriage to introduce his leader respectfully.

Ling Chuxi suddenly understood. No wonder Jin Buhuan was willing to be the carriage driver. The person in the carriage was the president of Feng Yan Union after all.