The next morning, when Nan Qiao went downstairs to eat, Murong Chen suddenly entered from the side door. He was holding a flower and handed it to Nan Qiao.
"Good morning, my little princess." Murong Chen placed the rose in Nan Qiao's hand.
Murong Chen had standard black hair and was wearing a neat suit. The pure black suit was clean and cold, and his body was straight like a pine tree.
His exquisite facial features were hidden with anticipation as he waited for praise.
"Big Brother, why are you starting to give me flowers?" Nan Qiao took the flowers in surprise and asked curiously.
Nan Qiao liked the smell of roses, mainly because the roses planted in the villa's manor smelled different from the roses elsewhere. They were not so strong and were sweet. They smelled very comfortable.
"Because a little princess should receive flowers every day."
