At that moment, inside Jiang Yixia's flower shop.
A drunken young man was fiddling with a rose from the table.
Seeing this, Jiang Yixia, though a little nervous, maintained a calm smile. "Sir, a single rose is five yuan. If you'd like it, I can wrap it up for you."
She'd seen all kinds of customers over the years, so it was impossible for her not to have a good read on people.
It was obvious this drunk wasn't actually here to buy flowers.
She was already prepared to call the police.
The drunkard, however, just looked at Jiang Yixia and laughed. "Sure. Oh, by the way, you charge five yuan to wrap a rose? So how much would you charge to wrap me up?"
The drunken man narrowed his cloudy eyes, staring fixedly at Jiang Yixia as his gaze roamed greasily over her body.
He thought the shop owner was gorgeous.
