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"Hey, customer, the flowers were sent by you; it has nothing to do with me." The flower delivery guy was panicking, and Cong Rong had also hurried over.
After hearing what the flower delivery guy said, she was totally confused, "The flowers were sent by you?"
Elvis nodded, "Isn't Valentine's Day coming up? In the West, you give chocolate, in the East, you give roses for Valentine's Day, right? And for Christmas, you give apples." He chuckled lightly, "I specifically chose white roses because they really match her."
"White?" Cong Rong was taken aback, the roses she had just seen were clearly red.
Her gaze sharpened, "How many did you choose?"
No sooner had the words left her mouth than she saw the flower delivery guy's face turn a strange shade, and her suspicion was further confirmed.
"Twenty-five, symbolizing 'I wish you happiness,'" Elvis said nonchalantly.
Cong Rong narrowed her eyes, "It seems that we need to call the police."
