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"Why are you giving me this stuff?" Huang Qingtian stared at the fresh flowers stuffed into his hand, his handsome face clearly expressing "disgust."
The look that fell on Ling Feng was filled with wariness mixed with the blizzard of November and December.
Okay, any guy would think Ling Feng was crazy to come out of the airport and be handed such a big bouquet of flowers, it wouldn't surprise Huang Qingtian in the least.
Besides, as a tough guy like Huang Qingtian, he most despised things like flowers—too weak and mushy for his taste.
In his opinion, flowers were pretty to look at but useless, not nearly as good as a bowl of dumplings.
Facing the big boss's questioning look about his orientation, it took a while for Ling Feng's mouth to stop twitching before he spoke up, "Yuanzhou said to do it!"
Ling Feng felt that Yuanzhou, that weirdo, really set him up.
