Wen Ran's surprise was completely undisguised in her eyes: "You figured it out?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"So what are you going to do about it?"
Fu Chenlie pulled Wen Ran by the arm and directly placed her onto his lap.
This intimate gesture made Wen Ran a little uncomfortable.
But the man was at ease, and even leaned his forehead against hers, "You are my driver, you serve only me. I can't bear to let you pick up and drop off others, and nobody else has the right to assign you."
As he spoke, his voice was deep, carrying a hint of pure masculine allure.
The resentment in Wen Ran's heart dissipated quite a bit.
But outwardly, she was still playing hard to catch: "But officially, I'm a driver for the Fu Group and get paid by them. As the general manager, Ms. Wan Ning asks me to work; it's not easy for me to turn her down."
"Everyone in Fu Group knows that you are Mrs. Fu. If Mrs. Fu refuses a manager's request, who would dare have objections?"