Ye JiJia nestled on the sofa, settling into a comfortable position. One hand held an embrace pillow that sat in front of her knees while the other hand held her phone.
"So that's why I'm asking you," Ye Jiajia exhaled a sigh and spoke to Qiaoqiao on the other end of the line. "Xiao'an, what's the name of the driver who's also your bodyguard... Adma, right?"
"After all these years, you still don't know the name of my driver?"
"I've never paid attention," Jiajia admitted.
"Jiajia, how could you not notice such a handsome guy with blue eyes? Did you know, if you're unable to find a husband, I've thought about introducing you to Adma. He's not like other foreigners, he doesn't mess around. But then Gu Xu showed up, which made me even happier."
Qiaoqiao weaved her way back to the serious topic, "So, why do you bring up Adma?"