Fu Nancheng leaned slightly against the car door, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a bouquet of roses.
Perhaps thinking this pose looked cool, little Qiao Zichen sneaked peeks at him and then started imitating his moves, adjusting multiple times before striking an identical pose.
Thus, this scene unfolded in front of the company's entrance.
Two figures, one big and one small, with matching hairstyles and poses, each holding a bouquet, leaning against the car, their gazes fixed on the company's front doors.
"I wonder which of our girlfriends will come out first."
After a moment of silence, Qiao Zichen began to feel bored and proactively engaged Fu Nancheng in conversation.
"What if giving flowers doesn't work, what do we do then? Should we buy something else?"
Fu Nancheng hadn't really expected a bouquet to completely appease Qiao Mo, but hearing the little kid say this, he couldn't help but be a bit concerned.
