Chapitre 675: 268 roses look good in her hands only, ranked number 2 in points

Jiang Fulai nodded reservedly, his distinct knuckles holding a mobile phone, scanning the WeChat QR code laid out on Auntie Zhang's counter.

He took the flowers handed to him.

Very fresh roses, unwrapped, with petals in the shape of wine cups dotted with droplets on their snow-white underbellies, making the rouge-colored roses even redder.

Jiang Fulai returned to the driver's seat and handed a rose to the person sitting in the passenger seat.

Today, the car's Bluetooth was not playing tedious academic papers; instead, it played the guzheng music of Principal Jian, a representative of both gentleness and passion.

His music was the same.