This, of Course... My Love for Mrs. Huo

In the office of the Director, the cappuccino roses still graced the most prominent spot, but the flowers he had sent were now being sold at a cheap price.

Huo Qing'ang, who had just left the meeting room, revealed a hint of resentment in his eyes. "The bouquet of flowers on Director Gu's desk hasn't been identified yet... Who sent it?"

"Someone from the design department said it was sent by Director Gu's husband," Zhou Yan responded with trepidation.

Director Gu's husband? He was Director Gu's husband! Why would he, of all people, need to go to such great lengths to send all the flowers in the city?

Huo Qing'ang gave a disdainful look at Zhou Yan, who was seemingly making things up. His voice deepened. "Go to the 17th floor."

Knowing he had no other choice and that dealing with Huo Qing'ang was never easy, let alone the daunting prospect of handling Gu Pianpian, Zhou Yan nodded frantically and headed towards the elevator. "Yes."