Leng Zimo lifted his hand to take off his sunglasses. "I want that bouquet of roses, price is not an issue. If you can't get the price, I can pay ten times the price of a similar product first."
As soon as the black sunglasses were taken off, his handsome face was instantly exposed, and the manager and salesperson immediately recognized his identity, both revealing astonished expressions.
"Are you Mr. Leng Zimo?"
"Yes, it's me, I hope you can help."
Leng Zimo usually doesn't like to use his fame, but to get that bouquet of flowers, he didn't mind making such a small sacrifice.
He always does his best to get what he wants.
Half an hour later, Leng Zimo and Luo Jun walked out of the store again, holding an exquisitely packaged square box. Inside the box was the crystal rose bouquet he had his eye on.
"Uncle Zimo, you're amazing."
After getting in the car, the little guy was still sighing in admiration.
