Hope Williams' eyebrows twitched fiercely.
The next moment, Liam Cloud was blocked by Waylon Lewis.
Waylon Lewis, already in a bad mood, was even more annoyed at this moment. In a low and husky voice, he spoke harshly, "What are you here for?"
"To visit the sick! Surely I'm not here to see the doctor for myself," Liam Cloud spoke with a tone neither light nor heavy, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint smile, "Excuse me, don't block the way."
Waylon Lewis ground his molars.
One after another, they all come to give his wife roses.
An eyesore.
Quite an eyesore.
"Thomas Hughes."
"Boss, I'm here," Thomas Hughes' voice was trembling.
"Go buy all the roses in the city for me."
Thomas Hughes choked, "...Yes."
This damn competitive desire.
Hope Williams' eyelids twitched fiercely, her delicate face unsure what expression to make at this moment.
Liam Cloud, completely ignoring Waylon Lewis' fury, stepped forward and handed the flowers to Hope Williams.
