By a small store in a discreet street, a black Bentley was parked.
Inside the store, the staff members ran about, bringing exquisite boxes to the front table, one after another.
Every time they shifted more boxes to the table, they eyed the man sitting there.
Wrapped in a classic black suit and looking completely otherworldly, Adrian sat on a small bench by the wall, his eyes scanning across the boxes that were neatly arranged in front of him.
In all the boxes, there were various crocheted flowers, vibrant and beautiful.
Adrian slowly looked at each of them, his face not revealing the slightest shift.
It was hard to understand what Adrian was thinking, but Ji Yan surmised that the man did not like anything in this dilapidated store.
Hence, he leaned forward and whispered, "Second Master, if you don't like anything here, why don't we get Miss Yu some real flowers? I think girls like that better…"
"She doesn't,'' Adrian calmly said, his brows tugging together.
