Old Jin's arrival struck Zhang Yingying as rather strange.
This man had always had little sense of presence. Even when he was on duty, he basically stayed in the car, and once he had picked someone up and dropped them off, his job was done. Since she had known him, she had never formed a particularly clear impression of his build or outline.
Why had he suddenly been willing to come upstairs today?
Only after he walked in did she realize that Old Jin was actually quite tall. Usually, he was curled up in the driver's seat, slouching without a proper posture, so he only seemed burly. Now, though, he felt like a tall wall. Still, he probably did not exercise much. Once seated, he looked rather flabby. Combined with his conspicuously sickly red skin and untrimmed chin beard, he truly lacked the sharp, capable air expected of a lead driver. He looked more like a drunkard who had been drinking heavily for years.
No matter what, Zhang Yingying reacted faster than anyone else and quickly realized she should introduce him. "This is Master Jin, Boss Ronan's 'right-hand man'..."
Facing everyone's gazes, Old Jin bared his teeth. "Just don't let me lead you astray."
The people in the private room chuckled, mostly out of politeness. They could all see that this man seemed somewhat unenthusiastic and unwilling, and he had expressed it so plainly that it was even stranger.
Bamboo Pole exchanged a glance with Gao De beside him and wanted to probe a little, but then he remembered that this was an arrangement made jointly by the Martial Emperor and Ronan's will. It was not for them to fuss over.
At that moment, someone else entered from outside. It was Xie Junping. Grinning, he greeted several people in the