Director Gu, You Are a Married Woman

Gu Pianpian pressed the answer button. "I wonder if Mrs. Huo is satisfied with the flowers I sent?"

In the phone, Huo Qing'ang's voice was languid and carried a touch of sarcasm. "Satisfied?"

Satisfied? Gu Pianpian coldly chuckled. "Very satisfied. Please don't send any more next time."

After Huo Qing'ang paused for a moment, his voice turned cold and indifferent, as if he was a millennium-old block of ice. "It seems Director Gu only likes... cappuccino roses."

Gu Pianpian immediately recalled the bouquet of cappuccino roses that Qiao Du had given her, which had coincidentally been part of the extravagant display.

Could it be that Huo Qing'ang believed it was a gift from a suitor and, feeling jealous, proceeded to transport all the flowers in the city? He wanted to beat the suitors in terms of quantity?

Thinking of this, Gu Pianpian's lips curled up with a profound meaning. "Oh? So, you're jealous, Mr. Huo?"