Xi Xiaye was taken aback. After a while, she frowned and replied, "The florist delivered it, and someone else accepted it on behalf of me."
After Xi Xiaye replied, there was no sound from the other end. She could feel that the man was getting unhappy, so after some hesitation, she asked, "Are you... angry?"
"I'm not," replied the man immediately, but she could hear the slightly grumpy tone in his voice.
His face instantly appeared in Xi Xiaye's mind. Was he frowning with a strained face? Or was he suppressing his emotions and acting calm as usual?
There was an awkward silence between them. Xi Xiaye felt a little guilty when he did not say anything, then she tried to speak in a gentle and quiet tone, "You're not really angry, are you? I... I know that he's not a good person…"
