Proofreader: Prof Zhu Yuan Bo Yu held the steering wheel tightly with both hands and looked at Song Shilin sideways from time to time, who was sitting on the side seat. He was about to speak, but said nothing. Secretary Chu was sitting on the back seat as if sitting on a spiked rug. If he had known that the driver was Bo Yu and Song Shilin sat shotgun, he wouldn’t have run to the hotel with ...