Zachary Armstrong immediately walked forward quickly, scanned the area, and his gaze landed inside the red bucket. He directly fished out a bunch of red roses, with water droplets still dripping from the stems. After tossing aside two not-so-good ones, he hastily grabbed a piece of wrapping paper and said to the mature woman, "How much?"
"There are twenty-five in total, 250 bucks in total..."
Shirley Fisher, who caught up, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of her eye upon hearing that. Stupid man, he did it on purpose, didn't he?
But before she could recover, she saw Zachary Armstrong turn his head to her and say, "Two fifty."
"You're the one who's a two-fifty! Who are you calling a two-fifty?" Shirley Fisher's tone instantly rose a few tones.
"Cough... 250 bucks, I didn't bring money." Zachary Armstrong rubbed his nose and reached out his hand to Shirley Fisher.
Shirley Fisher shot him a fierce glare: "Why are you buying flowers?"
