Han Zhuoling paused, "Tell me personally."
"Yes." Seeing that Han Zhuoling finally finished this time, Tong Chunian called Xiao Zhang over to tell him personally, lest the instructions became unclear over the phone and they messed up their task.
Since this was the first time Han Zhuoling was sending flowers to a girl—it's an important matter.
When Xiao Zhang arrived, Tong Chunian conveyed Han Zhuoling's wishes word-for-word to him.
As Han Zhuoling's chauffeur, Xiao Zhang was like Tong Chunian, someone whom Han Zhuoling was close with, brought along over to Europe and back.
They knew Han Zhuoling's temperament, having been alongside Han Zhuoling all these years.
They never thought that Han Zhuoling would be sending flowers to a girl one day.
Xiao Zhang straightened his spine, patting his chest as he guaranteed, "I'll personally send it right to Shi Xiaoya's hands. If she doesn't give me a reply, I'll stay there and not move an inch."
