He appeared to be comfortable and well. It seemed like he did not fall sick after being tossed into the lake. As usual, there was a cup of coffee on his desk and he was gracefully tasting it.
She wasn't sure if this bouquet of flowers came from him.
Or was it Ya Lun, that bastard?
In any case, Bai Qinghao was currently abroad. There was no way that the flowers were from Bai Qinghao.
Thus, she coldly responded. "My apologies. I refuse to accept them."
"You can't do this. The man who ordered these flowers instructed that you have to accept them. If you won't, I'll have to throw these flowers away." The young man appeared helpless.
"Throw it away, then." Fang Xinxin walked around him and headed for her seat only to see that Yu Liang was actually seated there. "Why are you in my seat?"
