When it was finally time to go home, Chen Murong offered to drive Chen Mumu, but she declined. It would feel strange since it was the first time they had met privately like this.
After saying their goodbyes, Chen Murong happily walked over to his car, and the driver quickly sped away. Inside the car, Chen Murong was whistling contentedly. There was a rare trace of happiness on his face that hadn't been there for a long time. His driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror and smiled.
"Looking happy, sir," he said.
Chen Murong nodded in response. "Yes, I am very happy."
The driver nodded and commented, "Young madam has grown into a very beautiful girl. She's also very intelligent."
"She is indeed," Chen Murong agreed. "I know there are some things she still keeps from me, thinking I'll worry or that I won't be able to help. But now that she's agreed to have dinner with me like this, I feel content."
