Mischief suddenly sprang in her heart. Her eyes gleamed as she drove to a florist.
If going to his company rashly might make him unhappy, would his mood improve if she bought him a bouquet of flowers?
The shop wasn't huge, but the decor was warm and welcoming.
The moment she opened the door, a pleasant sound rang and the fragrance of flowers welcomed her.
A girl in a white muslin dress was sitting in the middle of the room. She was drawing on the floor.
Upon seeing her, she stood up immediately with a sweet smile.
"Hello, welcome."
Nodding her head lightly, Shen Fanxing scanned the flowers around her.
In the end, her gaze landed on the blooming fresh red roses.
After confirming what she wanted, she raised her hand and said, "I want roses."