chapter 45 The object of my past thoughts

In the next few days, Leonida Benz became tragic.

Phoebe Peck asked him to drive her to and from work every day on the grounds of a sprained foot.

Moreover, this woman was hot and cold, and Leonida Benz was speechless and helpless.

Thursday, early morning.

Leonida Benz stopped the car, turned his head and said, "Beauty boss, how do you think I am as a coachman?"

Phoebe Peck couldn't help but laugh, coughed dryly and said, "Barely."

"Is that...