"They're all gone."
The passersby dispersed, and Mo Lingtian also let out a sigh of relief.
The man looked at Wen Mian with a smile, saying affectionate words and making considerate gestures.
Yet, his manner of giving flowers was misunderstood by Annie Heselyn.
The woman furrowed her brows, staring at Wen Mian for a long moment.
Only after Wen Mian's mood had lightened did Annie dare to ask,
"Is there something not quite right about your relationship with him?"
At that moment, Annie's eyes still held a gossiping gleam.
Wen Mian, feeling embarrassed, lowered her head, but she denied it faster than anyone could.
"No, no, just a normal friendship."
She accepted the bouquet with open arms, never admitting whether she and Mo Lingtian were indeed flirting.
But to Wen Mian, their relationship couldn't be more normal.
"Just friends, nothing of that sort, don't get the wrong idea," she said.
Wen Mian could tell that there seemed to be a touch of disappointment in Annie's eyes.
