An Lan hadn't expected that it was Zhang Ya who had fallen herself. Holding the roses, she was at a loss whether to give them to Zhang Ya or not. In the end, Huo Zhanting couldn't stand it any longer. He took the badly damaged roses and stuffed them into An Xuan's hands.
An Xuan subconsciously took them, looking at Huo Zhanting with a dumbfounded expression.
With an expressionless face, Huo Zhanting said briefly, "Pass by and get a new bunch."
Get a new bunch? As if the florist would exchange it for me. No, Huo Zhanting meant for him to get a new bunch for Zhang Ya. What for? An Xuan's feelings of grievance bubbled up again, fueled by his sister's mistrust and suspicion of him.
"What for?"
"Because you're a man, show some generosity. Plus, you started the argument." Huo Zhanting's tone was indifferent, giving An Xuan a reason he couldn't refuse. After all, he was indeed the one who started the argument.
