Once Mu Shini got into the car, she realized she was stepping on a very soft long-haired carpet. The interior was understated luxury, and she noticed that there was a driver.
She looked at Bo Sishen, who was getting in from the other side, and asked in confusion, "Uncle, you hired a driver too?"
Such an uncle, walking in high society as a male escort, originally relied on manual labor. If he had to drive himself everywhere, wouldn't he be exhausted?
Hearing Mu Shini's words, the driver sitting in front turned his head and greeted Mu Shini respectfully, "Hello, I am Mr. Faris's driver."
Tan Mu had instructed that when he met the Second Young Madam, he should pretend not to know her and never mention the gentleman's name in front of her.
"Hello..."
Mu Shini secretly muttered to herself, "Uncle really is rich!"
But after a while, Mu Shini smelled a very familiar scent. She frowned, wrinkled her nose, and sniffed like a sensitive dog.
