Vincent Fu's eyes suddenly moistened.
He didn't know whether it was his tear or something else, but at the same time, he felt a lump in his throat.
He merely had a few mood swings.
It was the first time that he asked the driver so urgently to slow down. But when he looked back, the flower shop had disappeared in the corner.
The driver was a little flustered, "Mr. Fu, what's wrong?"
Vincent was silent for a moment and shook his head, "No, nothing."
He said it's nothing, but the trembling voice at the end betrayed him.
He kept looking forward, and it only took him a second to gather his emotions.
The driver hadn't seen Mr. Fu like this for a long time. To be exact, Mr. Fu rarely had mood swings. He always maintained his usual calmness and arrogance. As his driver, h
