The idea of being among the top three global powers is that even a family head like Han Zaijing must look up to you!
Gu Xiaoer smiled gleefully, then adjusted her sun hat, ready to enter the HDS Building.
Driver Old Zhao leaned forward, sticking his head out from the passenger seat: "Madam, are you sure... this is okay...?"
After speaking, he looked Gu Xiaoer up and down, his wrinkled fifty-year-old face filled with incomprehensible confusion.
Gu Xiaoer chuckled, tugging at her simple white t-shirt, jeans, and sun hat, feeling quite satisfied. A glance would reveal the big word "Delivery" on the chest of her t-shirt.
Driver Old Zhao found it increasingly eye-catching and real headache-inducing.
The Madam's thought process is too peculiar. Why does she insist on impersonating a delivery girl when she could be the dignified wife of a CEO!
