The voice of the conversation with Huck was slightly louder than before, enough for the counter to hear clearly.
In addition, the direction Fu Qian was looking at with his eyes really made it easy for people to be unclear about whom he was speaking to.
For example, Jane, who seemed to be expecting him to say something, obviously misunderstood something, and was as dumbstruck as a wooden chicken.
"Pink... But here, you better not expect such expenses to be reimbursed.
"Also, don't blame me for not warning you. Rachel's husband is strong and very sensitive."
In contrast, Mr. Huck Sr. was the other extreme.
Faced with such a bizarre scenario, he merely glanced along Fu Qian's line of sight and actually gave an answer.
"Then I'm not surprised—so what color flowers does Tia like?"
With a slight nod, indicating he understood the potential risks in his previous thoughts, Fu Qian really changed the question.
And during this process, his gaze was still fixed on Jane.
"Tia..."
