An Lan stared blankly at Huo Zhanting's retreating figure, wondering if the mighty Director Huo would drive four hours just to buy her sugar-coated hawthorn sticks?
In fact, Huo Zhanting did not just go, but also returned an hour early.
"I didn't know which one you wanted, so I bought them all."
Huo Zhanting took out about seven or eight sugar-coated hawthorns, as if it were only natural, and said, "I got the vendor's number. Whenever you feel like eating it, tell Zhang Duo, and he will come over and make it for you."
An Lan was dumbfounded.
Is this what life is like for rich people?!
"Which one do you want to eat?"
Huo Zhanting's deep eyes gazed at An Lan.
An Lan gave a sheepish smile, feeling it would be rude to turn down his kindness, so she arbitrarily pointed at one with strawberries.
The icy, brittle sugar shell encased juicy strawberries, and with one bite, the tart sweetness surpassed her expectations in deliciousness.
