Lu Hualiang kissed her cheek, "As long as you like it."
It seems Yang Li's method is quite effective, he can try them all next time.
"How many roses are here?"
"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine."
Xia Weibao's eye twitched hard, 9999 roses squeezed into one trunk?!
No wonder it triggered her trypophobia; the fact that they aren't squashed to a pulp is a testament to high-level arranging skills.
Giving flowers to his wife, if his wife is happy, Director Lu is in a very good mood.
He wrapped his arm around Xia Weibao's waist and walked forward, personally helping her open the car door, then raised his hand to protect her head from bumping into the roof.
After fastening her seatbelt, he finally went around to the driver's seat.
Taking advantage of the gap, Her Majesty the Empress quickly took out her phone and Googled the meaning of 9999 roses.
Modern people are very particular about sending flowers as each flower has a meaning, just she isn't familiar with them.
