Mo Weiyi pushed open the back door of the car, leaning on her small crutch, she got out of the car with a limp and headed towards the flower shop.
"Miss, would you like to buy flowers? We just received a fresh shipment of champagne roses today..."
"I'm not here to buy flowers, I'm here for you." Mo Weiyi stood there, tall and elegant, her skirt swaying gently as she moved. Her long auburn curls fell upon her shoulders, her graceful beauty was truly breathtaking.
The store owner, a middle-aged woman in her forties, was taken aback. "You're looking for me?"
Mo Weiyi nodded, then pointed her tiny hand at a child playing. "That boy in a red coat, who is he to you?"
The store owner looked in the direction she pointed, then responded, "He's my nephew. Why?"
"Were you the one who had him deceive me a few days ago?"
The owner turned pale and denied it, "What are you talking about?"
