Due to her particular fondness for money, Gu Xiaoer's dark grape-like pupils sparkled, as her small head instinctively began to calculate.
Such a huge bunch of pink "bouquets," dotted with green "leaves," each one shaped like a rose, all brand new and screamingly extravagant!
How much money is this?
Gu Xiaoer silently grumbled, thinking such a thing given to girls wouldn't it be inviting robbery?
The man who suddenly appeared seemed quite pleased with Gu Xiaoer's reaction, flicking his mousse-styled hair with honey-like confidence exploding off the charts.
He knew that no woman could resist the temptation of money.
At one meter seventy, he somehow managed to look down upon the one meter sixty-six girl, holding his round chin up as he extended the rose bouquet, starting off with a superior air, "You must be Gu Xiaoer, right? I'm Director Meng's nephew, Vincent. I suppose you're quite familiar with me!"
What?
Gu Xiaoer scratched her head, who is this guy?
