Having repeated everything she could think of, the assistant did not see a satisfied expression on Leng Zimo's face.
"Anything else?"
When Leng Zimo asked again, the assistant just shook her head.
"I'm sorry, President Leng, I really can't think of anything else."
Leng Zimo's brow furrowed slightly, and the assistant was immediately filled with fear.
She had heard of the president's coldness—was she about to be fired just because her answer hadn't been satisfactory?!
"Then, what gifts do girls generally like when going on a date?"
"This..." The assistant didn't dare to answer rashly, thought carefully, and then responded, "Usually, people give flowers, right?"
Flowers?
That girl is allergic.
"What else?"
