Chi Huan instinctively assumed the bouquet was from Mo Shiqian when she first saw it…
Even though he looked nothing like the type of man to send flowers proactively, there were only a few who knew where she lived—Sister Yao and Youran.
Mo Shiqian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke indifferently, "Bring it over, put it down."
The bodyguard walked over within a few steps, placed the flowers on the coffee table, and then quickly withdrew.
The vivid roses were dewy and luscious, beads of water still clinging to them.
Mo Shiqian wasn't that knowledgeable about flowers, but Chi Huan was. Her fans and admirers had sent her all kinds of flowers, naturally including roses. The bunch before her appeared to be of a very expensive variety.
