"What kind of flowers do you need, sir? Are they for a friend, a lover, or an elder or something?"
Zhu Wen asked spiritedly.
"For a friend. What kind do you recommend?"
"Certainly, these baby's breath, gladiolus, and sunflowers are all good choices..."
"Hmm, those are nice. But I'm not very good at choosing flowers. How about Miss Zhu Wen, you make a selection for me? Which ones do you like?"
Su Mo pondered before speaking.
"What do you care what she likes? Don't you have eyes? Can't you pick them yourself?"
The young man standing to one side couldn't help but interject, feeling that this guy was clearly just making conversation. He wasn't here to buy flowers; he was here to hit on her.
"Wu Wei, don't talk nonsense. I'm sorry, sir. I personally think the sunflower is nice. It yearns for the sunlight and can bring warmth to escape the darkness. Recently, our shop is having a discount, and the price is very favorable," Zhu Wen said apologetically.
