"What? Why aren't you selling it?" The young girl was suddenly anxious and looked down at the flower in her hand, "I noticed this pot of flowers as I passed by here, please sell it to me."
"I said, not selling."
Ling Feng didn't have the time to waste words with her; he directly walked towards the Rolls-Royce parked by the roadside and got into the car.
The girl hadn't realized that he wasn't a florist, and shouted anxiously, "Hey, do you know who I am? I'm the eldest daughter of the Qi Family, Qi Yunchu. It's just buying a pot of flowers from you, if you don't sell it to me, you'll offend our Qi Family. Hey... hey, why are you leaving... aren't you going to keep the shop..."
The girl clutched the flower and watched the Rolls-Royce drive away, stomping her feet in frustration.
Ling Feng sat inside the car, shaking his head with amusement and speechlessness.
It's hard to believe there's a woman even sillier than Su Xiaoge in this world.
Qi Yunchu—
