On the way back, Qiu Qianyu kept looking at Jiang Chuan.
While driving, Jiang Chuan touched his face and asked with a smile, "Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?"
"Jiang Chuan, who exactly are you?"
Qiu Qianyu looked at Jiang Chuan with curiosity. This series of events made him increasingly feel that he couldn't see through Jiang Chuan.
What kind of person is he? Why do so many people treat him with godlike reverence?
Qiu Qianyu didn't know, but he had a vague feeling that Jiang Chuan was definitely not what people generally thought—a farmer working the land.
Jiang Chuan touched his nose and said with a smile, "I'm just an ordinary person, you know, I was a farmer, and now I'm your driver."
"Oh, Xiaoyu, you must be wondering why the Qian father and son and Fourth Master Li are so respectful to me, right?"
Qiu Qianyu nodded. Indeed, this was the part she couldn't figure out. Not only that, but this type of situation had happened several times before.
