"My driver is on leave today. I'll just take a taxi," Zhao Hua lied. In truth, her dance company was losing money, and she quarreled with her husband who furiously deprived her of a driver and a car.
"Don't worry. My driver is in the parking lot. I'll ask him to send you back. Wei'er, do you have a chauffeur?" Chen Anhe said with a smile.
"Of course, I do. It's not like you don't know that He Xun is a meticulous and thoughtful person. He even arranged three chauffeurs for me. He was afraid that it would be inconvenient to go out if one of the chauffeurs took leave. Aunt Zhao, let my mother's chauffeur send you! It's alright. You don't have to be so polite."
Chen Wei'er had a smiling expression as she continued, "Aunt Zhao, if you don't have enough chauffeurs, I can also introduce you to a few. We have a lot of chauffeurs. I can't even use all of them!"
