Su Yue frowned and glanced once more at the stranger. Fear filled her eyes as she clenched her hands tightly. Her fingernails gradually drained of color.
She felt something was amiss, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
She tried frantically to recall the chauffeur's face, but it seemed like she had never seen him before.
Su Yue deliberated for a moment before asking, "Uncle, what's your name?"
The middle-aged man softly answered, "President Yan calls me Old Yuan."
He glanced at the rearview mirror as he answered.
Su Yue noticed him glancing at her and her nervousness heightened. She stared at the road, her thoughts running wild.
She casually pointed at a bubble tea shop a distance away and politely asked, "Can you stop at the roadside? I want to buy bubble tea."
The middle-aged man managed a weak smile. "Miss, we will reach home soon. Third Madam Yan is waiting for you."
