Qiao Mianmian asked, "How many flowers did you order?"
"1314. I've heard that this number has quite a good meaning behind it."
There was no response.
"But the thing is that my apartment doesn't have space for so many flowers."
Qiao Mianmian was thankful for the flowers.
But if things continued, her house would soon be filled with them.
Mo Yesi frowned after she finished her sentence.
Qiao Mianmian thought that he was unhappy and quickly explained. "I loved your flowers. But is it possible that you can reduce the number? I really don't have the space to store them. Plus, it's a pity to throw them away after they wither.
"I bet these flowers must have cost a fortune? If you really want to give me gifts, I would prefer more practical ones."
As the words left her mouth, Qiao Mianmian thought that she was being extremely unromantic.
But she really hoped that Mo Yesi would be more practical in his gifting.
