"Oh... okay?" Qiao Mo signed her name.
"Your flowers and cake."
"And cake..."
"Yes, and red wine."
Qiao Mo took the bouquet and looked at it. The champagne-colored roses dominated, accompanied by hydrangeas, balloon flowers, baby's breath, and lilies of the valley. Despite the abundance of roses, they didn't carry a hint of vulgarity and appeared fresh and incredibly beautiful instead.
"May I ask... who sent it?" Qiao Mo lowered her voice, afraid that Fu Nancheng might hear.
The delivery man checked the list, then looked at Qiao Mo and said, "It's from a gentleman with the surname Fu, named Fu Nancheng."
"Ah?" Qiao Mo was stunned again, wondering several times if her ears were deceiving her.
"Yes, that's right, a gentleman named Fu Nancheng."
Even after the delivery man left, Qiao Mo was still immersed in immense shock.
