Chapter 89 He's a little irrational

The vase was delivered to Starry's hand early the next morning, and Starry was a little uneasy about leaving a vase of more than ten million at home. She stared at the vase for nearly two minutes before finally picking up her phone and calling Hamish. The Hamish on the other end of the line seemed to have just woken up, and his tone was a little muffled with a touch of impatience, "Hello?" "It's me, Starry." "President Bradley." Hearing the word "Starry", Hamish was much more sober. He sat up from the bed, took the remote control and opened the curtains. Starry took a sip of warm water, "Sorry to wake you up so early, but your vase has arrived, come and pick it up as soon as you are free recently." "Got it, President Bradley." Starry put down his cup, "I won't bother you." After saying that, she hung up the phone. After hanging up the phone, Starry looked at the vase of flowers in front of her for a while longer, until the alarm clock wanted to wake up, then she withdrew her