Su Wanxia was gasping for breath. Hearing his words, her face turned so red she thought she might bleed. She gave him an embarrassed and reproachful glare before indignantly yanking the car door open and swinging her legs out to get out of the car.
Mu Yingchen smiled and followed suit, opening the back door and taking out the bouquet of roses. With a smile in his eyes, he looked at the woman whose face was full of displeasure. "I'll take them inside for you!"
Su Wanxia rolled her eyes. "No need," she then took the large bouquet of roses from his hands.
Mu Yingchen, holding such a large bouquet, appeared somewhat asymmetrical; even more so for her, with her petite frame, her entire face was nearly hidden.
After taking the flowers, Su Wanxia immediately began to complain. The flowers not only obstructed her view but were also incredibly heavy.
