Liu Zhizhong listened to this and couldn't help feeling confused. "What's the matter with Ma Qingqing?"
He hadn't contacted her in this period. What could have happened to her?
At that moment, Liu Zhizhong made a decision. He said, "Then don't have it delivered. Leave it at the store. I'll pick it up and bring it home after nine o'clock tonight."
After ending the call, Zhang Tianbao also sensed something and couldn't help but joke, "Brother Zhizhong, what's the situation? Classmate Ma, flowers... what's this about?"
He laughed, the laugh carrying a certain implication.
He had heard something, but chose not to clarify at the moment. It seemed like a small test to see if Liu Zhizhong was honest and open-hearted.
Liu Zhizhong was quite frank, his face a picture of honesty as he passed a cigarette to Zhang Tianbao.
