"By the way, don't you know your name yet?" Meng Jiaxue continued to ask the servant.

"Everyone calls me Ah Chun, you can call me Ah Chun." When the servant saw Meng Jiaxue asking her name, he was flattered and told her.

"Ah Chun, no wonder it feels like seeing you in spring. It's warm and comfortable." Meng Jiaxue is what kind of person, what kind of person has not seen, for dealing with such a small role she is not captured.

"Miss Meng, you culturists are not the same. You are so particular about a name. It makes me feel embarrassed to say so." Ah Chun blushed after listening...