Inside the quiet carriage.
Zhou Hui's rough hands were tightly clasped on her lap, even her breathing became cautious.
She secretly glanced at the young man in front, then looked at her daughter beside her, filled with astonishment and great confusion.
Even though she hadn't interacted much with Zhang Yan in daily life, she understood her daughter's personality better than anyone, as she was her flesh and blood.
Introverted, timid, and even somewhat self-conscious.
She had only one or two close friends, and even fewer male friends.
She never knew, nor did she ever hear her daughter mention, that she actually knew such an... outstanding young man.
Moreover, their relationship was so close; if she didn't genuinely like him, Zhang Yan would absolutely not be this intimate with him.
Over the years, she had been working at the bottom tier in the city, washing dishes in restaurant kitchens, making beds in hotels, cleaning office buildings.
