Just arriving home, Huang Qingtian pushed open the door to find a pair of little shoes scattered at the entrance, one here and one there.
He patiently crouched down to pick up the shoes and then struggled to heave the four bouquets of roses he was carrying behind him.
Actually, by this point, Huang Qingtian had realized that he might have bought too many.
Not only were they a bit heavy, but they were also bulky.
Even for someone as tall and sturdy as Qingtian, carrying them was somewhat difficult, let alone for his little one, who was petite in comparison.
But right now, these four bouquets weren't all of them.
There were still another two bouquets waiting in the car downstairs...
Originally, Qingtian had planned to carry all these flowers up in one go, but he was worried that the petals would get crushed and wither if the bouquets were pressed against each other.
Left with no choice, he could only bring up four bouquets first.
