411 has two faces, it's a rare species

In the car

Assistant Law was closely monitoring the situation inside the flower shop. Turning his head, he sized up his own boss. Tim Payne's expression revealed no obvious abnormalities. He coughed twice, "Junior President Payne, what should we do?"

"What do you mean what should we do?" Tim Payne raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want to rush over there and play the hero saving the beauty?" Assistant Law giggled, "Who knows, Miss Jones might just offer herself to you in gratitude."

"Do you usually have a lot of free time?"

"I..."

"Apparently, you've been watching quite a few dramas."

Assistant Law grinned wryly:

Alright then, you are so noble,

You don't want to cash in on your good deeds.

Let's see if you have the guts to not get out of the car.

Assistant Law watched for a long time, then muttered, "Why do I feel like Miss Jones still has lingering feelings for him, she seems to look at him with love still in her eyes."

Tim Payne remained silent, simply observing quietly.