Liang Chen took out his cell phone and glanced at the caller ID. It was Jing Haohao's number.
Liang Chen raised his eyebrows in confusion. How did she think to take the initiative to call him?
A touch of joy that he himself had not noticed emerged at the bottom of Liang Chen's heart. He slowly picked up the phone, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he addressed the caller, "Haohao, what do you need me for?"
The driver in front, looking at Liang Chen through the rear-view mirror, had a look of surprise in his eyes.
Could it be that Mr. Chen would use such a gentle tone to talk to someone?
Haohao?
It must be Miss Jing.
The few times he had driven Miss Jing, he found her quite beautiful and clean. In such a bustling city, such a pure and refreshing woman was not common.
For many years, he had never seen Mr. Chen take a woman to heart. This would be the first time...
