Gu En did not think much of it. After getting the lower bed she wanted, she gladly requested Lin Deng to help her make the bed. However, she did have a slight fondness for the new classmate who willingly gave up the bed. As Lin Deng was busy, she looked up and started a conversation with He Zhilan, "My name is Gu En, what's your name? About the bed, consider it as a favor from me. If you need any help in the future, just let me know."
"I'm He Zhilan."
"He Zhilan, do your parents grow flowers?" Gu En replied somewhat insensitively.
"Hey, Gu En, aren't you making an absurd joke? Just because someone's name, He Zhilan, contains the name of a flower doesn't mean their parents grow flowers!" Hearing this, Lin Deng burst into laughter, "I know a woman whose name is also Zhilan, and her name has nothing to do with plants."
"Who is it? How come I don't know about any sweetheart of yours named Zhilan?" Gu En raised an eyebrow.
