On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing was stunned, Gu Yuan was so excited to make a pair with her boyfriend?

The other clerks nodded tacitly in affirmation of his thoughts.

After reacting, Bai Qing patted He Bingzhu's shoulder sympathetically: "Young man, you must be strong."

He Bingzhu silently glanced at the iris flowers that were slowly withering on the ground, and began to think about discussing with the boss not to appear in the store with Bai Zi at the same time, otherwise... Yu could change his career to be an iris shed.

"What are you?"

Bai Qing looked at He Bingzhu with his cheeks resting on his cheeks. Since they were all "outspoken", it probably wouldn't be a big deal to ask themselves.

He Bingzhu bowed slightly to salute him: "Northern Dynasty blue glazed lotus seat candlestick."

Bai Qing patted the table again: "Aren't you under the year?!"

"Why are you so old?!"

"..."