As for the bunch of red roses that he had just been holding in his hands, they spun in the air and were about to fall to the ground.
Zhang Xiaohao stepped forward, reached out with his right hand, and grasped the ninety-nine roses in his hand.
Turning around, he looked at Cheng Tianxue, who was sitting coldly on the boss chair, and walked over. He gallantly offered the red roses and said softly, "Xue'er, your beauty is like the stars in the sky, delicate and touching. These are the roses I carefully picked out for you; they represent the fiery love in my heart, a gift for my most beautiful wife!"
Having said that, Zhang Xiaohao handed the red roses to Cheng Tianxue.
Cheng Tianxue's eyes turned colder, and an even chillier aura burst forth from her body.
With a disgusted look in her eyes, she said coldly, "Zhang Xiaohao, can't you be any less disgusting? Do you think I'm blind? You obviously snatched these flowers from Zhou Pengfei's hands, do you really think I didn't see it?"
