The owner of the flower shop hurried in from outside. The owner's wife, fearing a misunderstanding, quickly introduced them:
"Old Zheng, Mr. Chen brought friends over to look at flowers. You quickly take them to the shed to pick several nice pots."
Cheng Qiaobei realized immediately the other party misunderstood, thinking he was brought by Chen Ningxi to take advantage.
He opened his mouth and said, "I'm making a bulk order, not buying a few pots to put at home."
Old Zheng's gaze swept over the three faces and finally landed on his wife. This wasn't someone looking for trouble; he was clearly the God of Wealth.
Old Zheng's wife also had a "better late than never" expression.
"All right, all right," Old Zheng pulled a cigarette pack from his pocket and walked over to Cheng Qiaobei, offering it, "Here, bro, have a smoke."