Yan Zhang had come back early to prepare. After looking at himself in the mirror for a long time, he chose a dark purple suit and put on his most elegant pose.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Yan Zhang smiled in satisfaction. Jiang Zhi, this time you will definitely regret your divorce.
"Help me book the most upscale restaurant, pay attention to the mood, and prepare a bouquet. Remember the red roses, ninety-nine flowers." Over the years, Yan Zhang had been constantly seeing women, so he could easily think of these self-righteous romantic things.
Yan Zhang's assistant was already used to it. It was always the same set of flowers. Countless women would fight over it. He did not know who the woman was this time.
Yan Zhang waited in the restaurant half an hour earlier. The melodious cello in the restaurant and the well-lit lights made the atmosphere a lot better.
