She was deep in thought when Feng Ling entered, carrying a large bouquet of red roses and a small, delicate gift bag. She placed the two things on Ji Nuan's desk.
Ji Nuan had yet to return to herself fully. When she saw the large bouquet, she lifted her head. "What is this?"
"Someone sent this over earlier. They said it was for you. I've checked it. There's nothing wrong with it." Feng Ling looked at her.
"For me?" Ji Nuan pointed at the roses, looking suspicious.
Feng Ling nodded, and without saying more, she turned to leave.
"Wa! Aren't there at least several hundred roses in there?" Xiao Ba leaned on Ji Nuan's desk enviously. "Who sent them for you? It's so romantic! Could it be President Mo?"
How could Ji Nuan possibly know who had sent them.
