One morning, Lin Qian was working in the shop as usual.
However, the image of Su Yu'an kept popping into her mind.
That man, he really was annoying.
She wondered when he would stop bothering her.
Just as she was lost in thought, a delivery person walked in with a bundle of flowers.
This time, it wasn't the bright red roses, but a large bunch of pink roses.
Lin Qian frowned, thinking it might be another gift from Su Yu'an, when the delivery person came straight up to her, smiling, "Miss Lin, these are your flowers. Please sign for them."
It was the same delivery person from yesterday. Lin Qian forced a smile, signed for the flowers, and flipped through the card inside, and sure enough, it was another four words: "Qianqian, please sign."
Su Yu'an, what on earth does he want!
"Wow, Manager Lin, today it's pink roses."
"The flower language of pink roses represents first love, eternal love. Manager Lin, could it be from your first love?"