Shen Feiwan held a meeting in the morning and, upon returning to her office, found a large bouquet of roses waiting for her.
She asked her secretary, "Who sent them?"
"It seems to be, Mr. Fu," replied the secretary.
In Rong City, Fu Shiyan's name was known to all.
Everyone also knew that Fu Shiyan and Shen Feiwan used to be husband and wife.
Thus, the secretary didn't dare to reject his flowers.
Shen Feiwan didn't even glance at them, "Take them out and throw them away."
"But..."
With a look from Shen Feiwan,
the secretary dared not speak any further.
Such beautiful flowers, to be thrown away just like that.
Shen Feiwan settled back into her chair, focusing on her work.
Her phone rang.
She answered without looking.
The moment she connected, she regretted it.
"Shen Feiwan, how is the task your grandfather asked you to do coming along?" Shen Juzhou inquired, his tone still unpleasant.
"You're really proactive."
Proactive in digging your own hole.
