Quan Jingwu frowned and stretched out his hand to grab the gorgeous bouquet of roses, then took over the bill, signing his name directly.
Next, he gave the bill back to the clerk who had delivered the flowers.
"You can leave now."
The clerk almost knelt down in relief after completing his task.
Damn it, he was never going to deliver flowers to this place again.
This job required too much courage.
He admitted his cowardice, alright?
After taking back the bill, the clerk hastily left, running faster than a rabbit.
Jian Qing glanced at the man beside her and chuckled lightly, "Why keep them if you don't like them?"
Quan Jingwu let go of his grip, and the beautifully wrapped roses fell to the ground.
His thin lips pursed slightly, and a trace of unhappiness flickered across his brow.
"I'll be the one to accept roses in the future, you're not allowed to."
Boy, his jealousy was quite strong.
Jian Qing held his strong arm, her eyes alight with amusement, "Okay, all yours then."
