Shu Yun: "..."
If she hadn't misheard, that must have been President Chen driving up.
The chosen Mr. Right really was... a perfect check on her!
Dundun, on the reception desk, turned over in his sleep, his chubby little body concealing his great contributions.
「On the other side.」
Chen Yan parked her car on the side of the road and hurried into a building with a tutoring sign. She climbed the stairs to the third floor, where Song Tiantian was already waiting.
Chen Yan took the chef's uniform, slipped it on, and then pulled the chef's hat onto her head. "How about it? Does it look okay?"
Song Tiantian looked her up and down. "It's okay, but that watch of yours..."
The Vacheron Constantin on Chen Yan's wrist was a limited edition, worth nearly seven figures. It wasn't something you'd expect a chef to wear; moreover, professional chefs aren't supposed to wear watches or other accessories.
