After Uncle Ma finished speaking, he glanced around, and when he didn't find Meng Sihan's figure, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
The driver was shrewd as well, and certainly couldn't miss the change in expression on the other person's face.
"Young Master Meng had something to attend to and left first. He instructed me to deliver something to Mr. Meng," the driver said in fear, handing over the box in his hand.
Seeing the driver's evasive eyes while he spoke, Uncle Ma probably guessed something. He walked a few steps forward and looked toward the street, only to see some hurried pedestrians. He sighed, took the box from the driver's hand, and said, "The young master is considerate. I will definitely pass this on to Mr. Meng."
"Thank you, Uncle Ma," the driver said respectfully.
"You're welcome."
The driver quickly retreated.
