Looking at Feng Qing's blissful expression, Xie Jiuhan's eyes spewed fire. He pulled Feng Qing into his arms and hugged her tightly.
"Little Jiu Jiu, be gentler. You're hurting me." Feng Qing rubbed her head. Xie Jiuhan used too much strength and made her head hit his chest. She felt that Xie Jiuhan might have been stimulated and was about to relapse again.
"Who gave you these flowers?" Xie Jiuhan's voice was hoarse. "Tell me!"
Feng Qing's expression froze as she asked in confusion, "Flowers? Didn't you send someone to give them to me?"
Xie Jiuhan: "…"
He finally realized why Feng Qing wanted to bring the flowers back. In the end, they had misunderstood each other.
After being stunned for a few seconds, Xie Jiuhan said, "I didn't give it to you. I didn't get anyone to customize these golden roses."
Feng Qing came to a realization. "Oh, I see. I thought you gave it to me!"
