Jing Yao could roughly guess what was going on.
She also understood why those odd balloons and colored lights were hung up. Speaking of which, hadn't Liang Xun's aesthetics always been quite good? Why did he fail this time?
Looking at the bouquet of flowers in his arms, although they were the most gaudy roses, he instantly made people feel that the roses were several levels more sophisticated.
When Liang Xun walked over with the bouquet, all the thoughts in Jing Yao's mind dissipated and went blank. If it weren't for the fact that she was carrying a cat, she might not even know where to place her hands.
Liang Xun looked calm, but only he knew that his palms were sweating.
The others did not speak. They just stood there and looked at the two of them.
Mimi, who was in Jing Yao's arms, sized up everyone present and finally looked at Liang Jing.
