Monday, a fine and sunny day.
In the Dongcheng District business area of the Imperial Capital, the front of a two-story store with over four hundred square meters was buzzing with activity.
Floral baskets of various designs were being delivered one after another, and the scent of flowers filled the air.
Today, Nie Heng was dressed more formally than usual, in light blue cropped trousers, a white short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of white canvas shoes, looking every bit like a successful young entrepreneur.
"May I ask who the owner is? Please sign for the flower basket!"
"Me! I am!" Nie Heng jogged over, "Who sent it?"
"Mr. Feng and Miss Shen," answered the florist's staff.
Nie Heng immediately turned around and shouted at the person squatting by the wall, "Sis, come sign for the flower basket!"
Only then did the florist's staff realize that there seemed to be a lump squatting down by the wall.