Seeing the children enter the kindergarten, Byron then turned around and left. He went to the flower shop yesterday.

"President Lawrence..."

After what happened yesterday, the clerk already knew his identity, and when he saw him appear, he couldn't help but call out.

Byron frowned slightly. Thinking about the bouquet that had been returned yesterday, he more or less figured out how this person found out about his identity, and he nodded to the florist slightly.

Seeing his response, the florist was very nervous. "Do you need anything else? What did you think of the flowers yesterday?"

The moment she said that, she recalled how the flowers yesterday had been returned.

Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, the florist closed their mouth awkwardly and was filled with anxiety. she even wondered if Byron had come to get payback from them.

At the mention of the flowers from yesterday, Byron also froze for a moment and his eyes swept across the florist lightly.

The florist bowe