But on this card, apart from a signature, there was nothing else; she wanted to figure out who this person was but had no means of doing so.
Ling Chuxia looked at the cluster of champagne roses somewhat worriedly and sighed softly.
What Ling Chuxia hadn't expected was that something even more concerning lay ahead because... the champagne roses continued to arrive every day, on schedule and without fail, regardless of the weather.
The delivery guy had become extremely familiar with the route to her desk, and would competently say, "Miss Chuxia, these are your flowers, please sign for them."
At this moment, these champagne roses had been delivered for a whole week, and the women in the office were so envious they were lost for words. Ai Li, in particular, couldn't even manage a smile any longer; her face was clouded with gloom every day, looking as if someone owed her millions and hadn't paid her back.
