C1252 Praise Me!

After throwing away his phone, Yang Yilin sat by the bed, worried. After thinking for a while, his eyes finally lit up.

Teachers' Day was about to arrive. If he gave these flowers to those hardworking gardening workers, it wouldn't be a waste, right?

In this way, Sunn Zhenzhen would be satisfied, right?

He lifted his chin proudly and snapped his fingers. That was it.

Then