He drove and looked straight ahead. "My surname is Chen. Miss Lin, you can call me Little Chen."
Lin Qingqian: "…"
He looked more than ten years older than her. She really couldn't bring herself to call him "Little Chen".
"I'll call you Brother Chen from now on."
Brother Chen didn't say anything, as if he had tacitly agreed.
…
The car stopped at the entrance of the company. Lin Qingqian unbuckled her seatbelt and said to him before getting out of the car, "Brother Chen, park the car in the parking lot. When I'm at work, you can use your time as you please."
"Yes, Miss Lin," Brother Chen replied stiffly, not saying a word.
Lin Qingqian carried her handbag and alighted from the car. When she walked into the company, many employees greeted her and she nodded.