Chapter 367 Arrogant Suitor

• Just then, a deep-blue Lamborghini convertible glided in. Sleek, flashy, over-the-top. The back and seats were piled with fire-red roses—at least a thousand—shaped into a heart, a sea of blooms that stole every eye.
• A black Mercedes tailed it tight, looking like bodyguards or some kind of entourage.
• The Lambo stopped outside the company. The door swung open, and out stepped a young man around twenty-five or twenty-six in a white suit and pants, sunglasses on, hair spiked. The whole look screamed try-hard and flamboyant. He carried a giant bouquet of blue roses and strode over with two bodyguards toward Ling Hanyan and Finnian.