Lu Qingqing giggled, "I'll drop you off at Xiulin Group, and then I'll head home, not wanting to intrude on you and mom's time together as a couple."
Upon hearing this, Song Xiufeng indeed did not say no.
Lu Qingqing knew it would be this way.
Being the third wheel would get her struck by lightning; she did not want to be hit by thunder.
Seeing other lovers showing affection would make her miss Fu Yisheng even more.
Unaware of their daughter's cautious thoughts, Song Xiufeng and Ning Anping did not stop her since she was determined to go home.
When she left Ning Anping's office, Lu Qingqing sneakily took eleven red roses that had just been replaced and were about to be thrown away from the desk. They were the flowers Song Xiufeng had given to Ning Anping yesterday, now replaced by a bunch of lilies he sent today.
Song Xiufeng sent flowers to Ning Anping every day, sometimes a bouquet, sometimes several stems.
