Pan Sister couldn't help but curse after thinking for a long time:
"Damn it, my name is Pan Lianlian, not Pan Jinlian."
But then she had a sudden epiphany and felt like she had missed out on a fortune.
This handsome young man owned the Aston Martin, so wasn't he a low-profile rich and handsome guy?
Rich and good-looking, where could you find such a man?
"Ah, young man, come back, whatever you call me, I don't mind."
Pan Sister was filled with regret, realizing that she should have taken the initiative earlier, not to support him, but to have him take care of her.
If she could become his girlfriend, or even a mistress, that would be fine.
"Young man, I really don't want to try anymore."
Pan Sister looked at Chu Chen in the distance, her gaze filled with longing.
...
Today's work was done; all he had to do was deliver take-out one more day, and the Xilan International Hotel would be his.