Ling Zhengwei looked a bit embarrassed when the shopkeeper asked him.
"Sir, would you like to buy the same flowers as last time?"
Flowers given to an ex-wife and those given to a current wife are surely different, and the flowers sent at different occasions and times are not the same either.
"Roses!" Ling Zhengwei said.
Giving roses this time, he thought others definitely wouldn't introduce him to any more divorced women or widows.
The shopkeeper brought over a bouquet of roses and said, "This one is 168 yuan, and it's not expensive for everyday flower delivery. Of course, if sir sends them daily, we have discounts on our flowers."
One hundred and sixty-eight is not expensive, but it's also not possible to send them every day.
This thing can only be looked at, can't be eaten, and is so expensive.
After Ling Zhengwei took out two hundred yuan and gave it to the shopkeeper, and got his change back, he just took that bouquet of roses and headed back to the printing factory.
