Lu Sirong's face was brimming with smiles, and she looked at Jiang Che with a gentle expression.
When her gaze turned to Lu Fengxuan, it was as if she wished knives could fly from her eyes, her look turning cold and venomous, chilling to the core.
Slut, daring to flirt with her man right in front of her, a shameless slut!
Lu Fengxuan shivered slightly, seemingly afraid.
"Brother Jiang Che, I won't take the flowers. You should explain things to Sirong properly, I will be leaving first."
Having said that, she took steps and hurriedly walked away.
Her words struck Sirong's ears like nails in her feet, and she looked at the bouquet of roses in Jiang Che's hand, her complexion turning ugly.
And the two friends standing behind them exchanged glances with a semblance of smirks.
"Sirong, this bouquet is specially bought for you." Jiang Che explained, "You shouldn't mind what Xiao Xuan said, she was just joking."
