Three in the morning.
After Jiang Shuxia finished her meeting and returned to her office, she immediately saw the extra items on the desk.
The color of the rose was extremely beautiful. The alluring red color was so beautiful that it almost burned one's eyes.
She frowned slightly and walked closer.
The fragrance of the flowers seemed to have grown stronger, unlike ordinary roses. This fragrance was more like the smell of the flowers themselves.
He picked one up and placed it on the tip of his nose. The rich fragrance of the flowers assaulted his nostrils.
She placed it on the table and looked at it. She discovered that there were no cards on display.
Naturally, she thought that it was from Lingxuyao. Her white fingers broke off a piece of the petal and the petal was very plump. No matter the color or luster, it couldn't be picky.
Such a bunch of flowers was extremely valuable.