Pei Chenyang could never have dreamt that his opportunity would come knocking so soon.
When he woke up, his colleague, the bodyguard, knocked on his door and asked him to make a trip to the main house.
He thought it was Zhao Gao who had instructions for him, but to his surprise, it was Zhao's mother who wanted him to interact with Zhao Mengmeng.
"The young miss wants to learn your country's language. Just consider it chatting with her," she said.
"Yes, madam," Pei Chenyang forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and answered respectfully with his head lowered.
His attitude satisfied Mrs. Zhao, who waved her hand and let Pei Chenyang go upstairs.
"The young miss stays in the room on the third floor; Auntie Li will take you there."
Having a legitimate reason to get close to Zhao Mengmeng, the curve of Pei Chenyang's mouth almost touched the sky.
