Gong Sheng looked at Yun Qiao’s smiling face in the photo and said sourly, “She’s so happy just because she collected a few pieces of broken grass? has she never seen flowers before? !”
Uncle Zhang stood by his side with his hands hanging down, trying not to laugh. “President, maybe Miss Xiao Qiao simply likes flowers.”
The palace saint was silent for a while. He stared at the sender’s name on the Lavender Bouquet card. It would take a good eye to recognize that it was a handwritten “H”.
Who was “H”?
A man’s shadow flashed through his mind.
Huo Qingtong?
That fresh meat?
Wasn’t the initials of “Huo”an “H”?
Heh, as expected.
That brat surnamed Huo was eyeing his woman covetously.
Don’t think that he doesn’t know Huo Qingtong’s background. Isn’t he just an illegitimate child from the Huo Family? After his father died, he had never fought with his half-brother. He was chased out and was never acknowledged by the Huo Family?
