The car moved slowly forward, and Song Heng sat inside, his face cold and stern. The phone continuously displayed "Du Ruo"'s personal information.
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and Du Ruo was the stone that fell into the lake of his heart.
"Old Song, do I know that woman?" Song Heng asked the driver.
The driver said, "Probably not? I've never seen President Song interact with her."
Song Heng exited Baidu on his phone and closed his eyes to continue thinking about work.
Old Song had been with him for many years, and if he knew Du Ruo from before, Old Song couldn't have not seen her.
Screech—
Suddenly, the harsh sound of brakes squealed, and Old Song hurriedly stopped the car. Song Heng opened his eyes to see a middle-aged woman dressed in leather jacket and pants lowering the car window, waving at him.
A Country person?
There seemed to be quite a few people from A Country today.
Fu Xue got out of the car and knocked on the window.
