Chapter 842

Furthermore, Molly was sitting by the side and she really did not speak to her anymore. She maintained a suitable distance from her.

"You said you've met Nangong Yen? When?" Nangong suddenly asked. She wore an elbow-length red glove, holding her face in her hands and looking at the people in the bar who were fascinated by money and money.

"Miss Nangong, it's been a few years." Molly thought for a moment and then said politely, "At that time, I... I just got out of the society to work. It was just one of our boss's drivers. One time, our boss had a meal with an Italian client, oh, Mr. Nangong Yen. After the meal, Mr. Nangong Yen looked at his watch and said that it was his wife's birthday that day, and he was going to rush back to celebrate her birthday at night. I was responsible for driving Mr. Nangong Yen and his secretary to the airport. At that time, when they came, I was the one who picked up the airport."

"Name," said Nangong.

"A name?"