Gu Ruo smiled and said nothing.
Everyone loves differently, and we can't generalize.
After breakfast, Fang Ruo went to the set to shoot.
Gu Ruo arranged the bouquet she had fixed and took it upstairs with a vase.
The bedroom door of Fang Qin remained locked.
She tried to turn the knob, but it wouldn't budge, so she had no choice but to knock.
This time, He Jing opened the door quite quickly. Seeing her, her face still bore the same expression as in the morning, she didn't ask anything and just stretched out her hand, "Give me the flowers."
But Gu Ruo didn't hand them over, "I... I'll put them in myself."
"Now?" He Jing's tone was cold, "It's not very convenient."
Gu Ruo: "..."
"I'm in the middle of moving his body, do you want to come in?"
Her words said as much, but the challenge on He Jing's face was unmistakable.
"No need." Gu Ruo handed over the vase.
He Jing took the vase and closed the door with a snap.
