After saying that, Ji Cheng tugged Fang Youcheng, who had been standing behind the sofa, and pushed him into Cui Anhe's line of sight. "Youcheng, say hello to Miss Cui."
"Oh! Of course!" Fang Youcheng obediently gave Cui Anhe a slight bow and introduced himself politely. "Hello, Miss Cui. My name is Fang Youcheng. If you don't mind, may I give you a ride?"
Cui Anhe frowned, her rather critical gaze settling on Fang Youcheng as she looked him up and down twice in puzzlement.
The man before her wore a simple white shirt, its sleeves neatly rolled up to his forearms. He stood half a step behind Ji Cheng, his back perfectly straight, with the slightly green look of someone who had only just entered the working world.
Cui Anhe had noticed him standing in the living room when she arrived. He was reasonably handsome, but there was nothing particularly striking about his bearing. If Ji Cheng hadn't suddenly brought him up, she would never have paid him any attention.
"Uncle Ji, who is he?" She wrinkled her nose, impatience coloring her question. "Your new servant?"
At Cui Anhe's words, Ji Cheng's fingers paused almost imperceptibly around his teacup, and his smiling lips tightened ever so slightly.
After all, this was the son he had always been proud of. Having Cui Anhe mistake him for a servant was hardly pleasant, even if he knew she meant no harm.
For a moment, the warmth in Ji Cheng's eyes faded slightly, but he quickly concealed it.
He picked up the teacup from the table and gently rubbed its cool surface with his fingertips, his tone betraying nothing unusual. "His name is Fang Youcheng. He's a young newcomer at the company. He has an excellent résumé and a sharp mind, so I've