In the following two days, Ling Feng remained quiet; apart from taking photos as mementos, nothing else happened like before, which made Saint Di Anfu feel both relieved and puzzled.
Does this guy have no sense of urgency at all?
"Sir, please buy a bouquet of flowers for your girlfriend, won't you?" A little girl carrying a small flower basket approached Ling Feng and Saint Di Anfu and spoke politely. "Sir, your girlfriend is so beautiful. If you pair her with a bouquet of flowers, she will surely look even more stunning!"
Ling Feng crouched down with a smile. "Little girl, how much are the flowers per bouquet?"
"Five euros per bouquet," the girl replied, her eager eyes fixed on Ling Feng.
Ling Feng reached out and gently patted the little girl's head. "How many roses do you have in the basket? I'll take them all!"
"Really?" The girl jumped with joy. "I have fifty bouquets of roses in the basket, it should be..."
