Tang Yifeng waved the carnations in his hand. The smile on his lips was lazy and casual. His elegant temperament had become a little cynical.
"Even the decoration and packaging are the same. It seems that we have entered the same flower shop."
Su Wan glanced at the flowers in Tang Yifeng's hand, then her eyes fell on the bouquet of Carnations she had just bought, and she nodded with a faint smile.
"It's probably fate."
***
With Su Wan around, Tang Yifeng could finally get pass the bodyguards.
It was just that Su Wan didn't know if she should bring Tang Yifeng in. Although Tang Yifeng was a good friend of Jiang Xuecheng, the fewer people who knew about Jiang Xuecheng's strange illness, the better.
