Gu Juexi knitted his brows together as he stared at the cactus that was laying on the ground.
Had he sent her the wrong type of flowers?
Wasn't Ye Yuwei a cactus herself?
Gu Juexi lifted his leg, wanting to kick the cactus away but then decided against it. He bent over and slowly picked up the pot of cactus.
Ye Xicheng leaned against the back seat as he looked out the back window and suddenly felt that he was in a better mood as he observed the old meatball who was getting further and further away.
Qian Yikun looked at the emotional Ye Yuwei who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat beside him, and then looked at the man who was left behind through his rear-view mirror.
She obviously could not let go off him.
Otherwise, she would not have been so affected by what Gu Juexi said.
