Song Qinghuan pushed open the door to Shi Yuhuan's office. Without lifting his head, he uttered indifferently, "Sit."
Shi Yuhuan was dressed in a formal, dark-hued suit that day, exuding a royal air from head to toe.
Files were piled high on his desk. He was immersed in his work, his demeanor steady and efficient.
Song Qinghuan took a seat in front of him, her eyes darting left and right in a rather guilty manner. Yet, she managed to feign calm and asked, "Is today some special day?"
She inquired cautiously, fearing the possibility that the flowers weren't from Shi Yuhuan but someone else. Knowing this might upset him, perhaps even anger him.
A hint of a smile tugged at his cold lips. Shi Yuhuan lifted his eyes to look at her and replied softly, "Hmm? A special day?"
Clearly, the flowers weren't from him, and he had no idea someone had sent her a heap of flowers.
