"Miss Lu, please get in the car."
Lu Wanwan walked to the entrance of Gu Mansion in despair, where she saw the Bentley Mulsanne from yesterday.
The driver inside was the same one from yesterday, who immediately greeted her to get in.
"Step on it, big brother, 38 Seaside Road."
Zhao Chen smiled, "I know, Miss Lu, don't worry, we won't be late."
The car had everything, even a charger for her phone model.
As Lu Wanwan charged her phone, she exclaimed, "Xiaozhao, Mr. Gu's car really has everything, even a charger for my knockoff phone."
Zhao Chen's smile stiffened slightly, he paused, and then responded, "Yes, we usually have everything prepared, just in case a client needs it."
"That's true, it's quite convenient."
Zhao Chen felt like crying.
For that knockoff phone charger, he had run around the electronics market all morning—who could understand his breakdown?
"Do you drivers make a good salary per month?" Lu Wanwan casually inquired.
