The female passenger was very curious why the big guy suddenly became so polite to Yang Chen.
So, she said, "Driver brother, thank you. If it weren't for you, I'd be in trouble today."
Yang Chen laughed and said, "No need to thank me. It was just a coincidence. If you hadn't booked my ride, I wouldn't have helped you."
"That's true, maybe it's fate. But, driver brother, why did that jerk suddenly become so polite to you?" the girl asked.
"No idea, maybe his conscience suddenly kicked in." Yang Chen said with a smile.
Driving a Phaeton is for being low-key; Yang Chen didn't want to show off with it.
But the girl was even more puzzled, would that jerk really suddenly have a conscience?
The girl hurriedly asked, "By the way, brother, what's your name? I'm Zhao Yun."
"My surname is Yang," Yang Chen replied.
"Brother Yang, can I add you on WeChat? If I need a ride in the future, I'll contact you directly." Zhao Yun asked again.
