In front of Zhu Shanshan's cosmetics store, countless luxury cars that Yang Fan recognized and didn't, formed a circle, adorned with numerous roses, looking from afar like an ocean of flowers.
"What a grand scene!" Yang Fan exclaimed as he squeezed into the crowd of onlookers.
Within the circle made by the luxury cars, a tall man in a grey suit, holding a bouquet of roses dotted with bundles of cash in his left hand, shouted towards the store, "Shanshan, say yes to me!"
"You've ended your marriage, and you once used this reason to reject me; now, can you give me a chance? I swear, I'll treat you as my first love, cherish you for a lifetime and definitely not let you divorce again. Just nod your head now, and you can pick any of these cars, regardless of how many, as long as you like them, they are yours."
Yang Fan's mouth fell open, well, the drama had unexpectedly landed on his own head.
Instantly, Yang Fan felt a mountainous pressure.
