"Young Master Zhan, the things you want are ready, should you send them over now?" The subordinates hurried over to ask.

"Of course, send it over now, or keep it moldy?" Zhan Limo's slender fingers tapped on the stage casually, his eyes full of tenderness, and he hoped to see Xiao Zhuangzhuang when he received the gift from him There will be an expression, "Cut that picture and zoom in, I want to look at her."

Zhuang Momo was helping his grandfather with the hospital admission procedures with his mother. At this moment, someone pushed a cart of flowers: "Excuse me, are you Miss Xiaozhuang?"