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"Boss, please give me one bunch of each kind of flower," the boy said to Gu Chen.
He spoke with great determination, his tone resolute.
Gu Chen thought he had heard wrong when he heard this.
After all, there were ten different kinds of flowers here, which meant he was talking about five hundred and eighty yuan in total.
"Are you sure?" Gu Chen asked him.
"Yes! Exactly, I want to buy them and commemorate the occasion well," the boy firmly replied.
The girl, upon hearing this, was a bit scared, "Why are you buying so many? Didn't we agree to just come and have a casual look?"
That amount of money wasn't a small sum, and it would naturally hurt to spend it.
"It doesn't matter, I want to keep a memory," the boy said.
Then Gu Chen got to work without further chatter, packing up ten bundles of flowers, and he was quite observant.
He didn't give the flowers to the boy but handed them directly to the girl.