Standing in the gleaming lobby of the FB Building's first floor, Qiao Xiaon'an felt a little dazed, whether due to the blinding brightness all around. She didn't hear very clearly, "What?"
The receptionist repeated with a bright smile, "Mr. Yun has a history of allergy to pollen and doesn't like flowers. So, if you are here to deliver flowers for someone else, you don't need to. You should take this lilac back."
It turned out that the receptionist had mistaken her for a flower delivery person?
"Young lady, without an appointment, visitors are not allowed to enter the FB Building. Please leave."
Just as she was about to explain that she was not a flower courier, the receptionist had already ordered her to leave.
She couldn't just bluntly tell everyone that she was Mrs. Yun, as that would be too showy.
Embarrassed, she awkwardly touched her head, "Oh, do I need an appointment?" She thought about it and then said, "Then I will give him a call myself."
