chapter 152 My man cannot be insulted

The woman got out of the car, still holding a coquettish red rose in her hand, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

"Is it a flower shop employee who specially delivers flowers?"

Zhang Mingyuan glanced at Ishmael Kearns beside him resentfully and guessed a possibility. But is the flower shop industry so involution now? Actually driving a Ferrari to send flowers?

And such a beautiful woman comes to deliver it?

The woman is extremely beautiful.

He has a...