"I already said there aren't any!" Song Baobao said, turning to leave.
But Rong Zidu quickly followed her with a bag, once again taking her small hand, "Wearing slippers and still walking so fast?"
Song Baobao let out a humph.
This once again elicited a light laugh from him.
Just then, there was someone setting up a stall ahead, and Rong Zidu pulled Song Baobao over directly.
The stall owner began to shout as soon as he saw the two, "Big sale on fresh flowers, 10 yuan per bunch, pick whichever you like."
Rong Zidu spoke with arrogance, "I'll take them all."
Song Baobao: "..."
But the stall owner was very pleased, quickly getting up to start packing, "Alright, 10 yuan per bunch, there are still these... Just give me 100 and let's round it up."
Rong Zidu took out his phone and quickly paid via scanning, "Thank you, boss."
Then he took that big bouquet of various flowers, "Sis, these are for you."
Song Baobao reached out to hug the flowers in her arms.
