"Yes, the drip has already been placed." As she said that, she realized that her voice sounded so hoarse.
"What's happened? Did you catch a cold last night?" He recognized her voice on the other end of the line and asked with concern.
"No, just... A little touched." Emmy quickly denied his guess in a low voice.
James, who was on the other end of the line, was stunned. She said she was touched by the bouquet of champagne roses she sent. "If you like it, I can send you flowers every day." He smiled.
"No, it's better not to give it every day. This bouquet of flowers will keep in a vase for a long time. If you give it every day, it will be thrown before it withers. What a pity.
He thought she wouldn't let him give it every day because she loved his money. Who knew she was fighting for flowers?
"James, you need to go to work. I'll hang up first. I will not delay your work." She said this and was about to hang up.
