After walking along the main road for about ten minutes and making a few turns.
Not far away, she saw the hotel where she was staying.
In the scorching sun, a florist by the street, like a tranquil oasis, was particularly eye-catching.
Without going inside, just looking from the outside, it felt soothing.
Qiao Sang paused as she passed by, glanced inside, and suddenly remembered that in the past, Shalala always stayed in either a villa with a garden found by Teacher Mikaela or the most distinctive and expensive hotels in the area, which naturally had an abundance of flowers and plants if guests requested them.
However, this time, arriving a hundred years earlier, she couldn't clearly reveal her identity, and since she came with a mission, she could only randomly choose a hotel nearby.
Forget about flowers and plants, there wasn't even a dedicated butler.
"Buy some flowers you like and take them back," Qiao Sang said to Shalala, stepping into the florist.
