The driver was drenched in cold sweat, fearing what these two little ancestors might do next, so he didn't stop immediately but just slowed down.
Tristan Leaf frowned again and said, "Uncle, stop at that flower shop."
The driver hesitated for a bit, thinking that the two children probably wouldn't cause any more trouble, so he slowly stopped the car in front of the flower shop.
After Jack ran into the flower shop, he looked at the young woman arranging flowers and said, "I want a bouquet of roses."
"Little brother, did you come here alone? Who are you going to give it to?" The young woman looked at Tristan Leaf's serious small face, first stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't seen such a delicate child for a long time, and involuntarily squatted down to ask a couple more questions.
Tristan Leaf furrowed his brows, seemingly uninterested in dealing with such boring inquiries.
