C211 They're All Pretending to be Asleep

Han Qiang could only feel his brain buzzing. The lily in his hand was no longer a bouquet, but a time bomb. If it did not recover well, it would definitely be blown to pieces.

Wang Na shook her big waves and said with a charming smile, "Mr Qiang is quite bold and decisive. Why is it so hard to give a bouquet of flowers?"

"That's right, scumbag. If you don't give it to me