I don't know much about her

Meng Renshu was waiting inside his car. His eyes were glued to his phone, and his fingers hovered above the screen unsurely. He would raise his phone, only to put it down, then raise it again.

The driver, who was watching over his strange behavior from the rearview mirror, could not help but ask.

"Young Master, if you are worried about Miss Chunhua, you can just call her." He said in a polite tone. He had been working with the Meng Family for a long time, and he watched over Meng Renshu's growth throughout the year, so he could more or less guess what he was thinking.

His advice took Meng Renshu aback, and he later fell into a brooding mood. "Mr. Mu, why do you think I was thinking of Xiaohua just now?"

"Oh, pardon me, Young Master. I don't mean to be presumptuous."

"No, it's okay. I'm just curious. Why would you think that? Did I mention Xiaohua a lot that you would think that?"