Little Lu paused. The present for the ambassador's private gathering was already prepared, so why was there still a need to bring flowers?
Without asking further, Little Lu instantly whipped out his phone and speedily said after checking, "There's one not far away, just a few streets from our hotel, about 3km…"
Fu Huai'an put on his jacket, fixed his sleeves, and walked towards the door. "Check again, where can we find postcards?"
Little Lu looked at the map. "There's a place at the end of the street where the florist is located!"
Fu Huai'an nodded. "Let's go buy the postcard first!"
…
In the postcard shop, Fu Huai'an picked out a postcard displaying Dubai's evening scenery, then went to the florist to pick up a bunch of fresh flowers. He whipped out a pen from his pocket and wrote something on the back of the postcard, the contents of which Little Lu didn't see because he turned around to give Fu Huai'an some privacy.
