"Let's go, Little Long, let's go quickly," Chu Tingting urged impatiently.
She couldn't wait to escape this place, to no longer see Wang Jinrong's ugly face.
Just then, a BMW's driver ran over. "Young Mr. Wang, I saw this country bumpkin lurking around the flowers earlier. Could he be the one who spoiled them?"
"You?" Wang Jinrong's eyes blazed angrily, a hint of malice flashing across his face.
But could thousands of flowers actually wither in such a short time frame? It seemed nearly impossible.
"Damn! What is your relationship with Tingting? Have you hidden some poisonous substance on you that killed my flowers? Take it out!" Wang Jinrong shouted with a murderous look. "Hand it over yourself! Or else, if I find it, I'll break your legs! You dare to ruin my good deeds! Damn you! Looking for death!"
Huang Xiaolong chuckled, "Handsome fellow, actually, giving flowers and the like is superficial. The best gift to give to a beautiful teacher is something practical."
