"Ah?" Marco didn't respond. He froze, "But my girlfriend is not here. When we go back the day after tomorrow and hand the flower to her, the flower is already weathered."
Ray flipped his phone upset, but didn't know what he was going to do. He frowned impatiently when he heard Marco. "Then throw it away."
Marco had long been used to Ray's moody temper. He didn't dare to say anything else. When he picked up the flower basket and was about to throw it, he stopped by Ray. "Any plans for tomorrow?"
Marco thought about it for a while before saying, "The bidding has been completed. There are no other schedules for tomorrow, but several H city executives are wanting to invite you to dinner."
"Refuse them." Ray dropped the phone, pressed his eyebrows, and to
