James always felt that this matter and the man Sandy talked about were a little weird.
"Are you sure he's just Mr. Fu's driver?"
Sandy nodded, and her eyes were still looking in the direction of the bedroom from time to time. She was a little absent-minded, wondering whether he had come back or not.
"I'm sure he is Mr. Fu's driver. I knew three years ago. He said it himself."
Sandy thought that Vincent was not the kind of person who would hide his profession. What's more, there was no need for him to hide it at all.
James nodded without any suspicion, but he maintained a skeptical attitude. He would definitely find out who the man Sandy talked about was and why he could make Sandy fall in love with him so quickly.
"It's getting late. I have to go."
Sandy's hand had a
