Gong Zhensen's face was a picture of annoyance, "I sent roses because it just so happened that the flower shop had no other flowers, and eleven signifies a lifetime of peace. What on earth are you thinking about! Forget it, I'm not going to explain to someone like you..."
Gong Zhensen felt so irritable that he couldn't eat anymore and he left the table and walked away.
Jiang Chuyun was a woman who cared about face, and in front of Chi Xiaoyu, she naturally wanted to maintain her dignity.
Of course, she could no longer eat. Standing up, she glanced indifferently at Chi Xiaoyu and then hurriedly left.
Chi Xiaoyu silently continued eating, the corners of her lips slightly raised.
Chi Xiaoyu turned her head to look at Gong Beiming, her innocent eyes wide, "Did I do something wrong?"
"It's not about you, Baby, their relationship has always been not too good, and they have been arguing like this for many years."
Chi Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows and hugged Gong Beiming's arm.
