Xue Weilin's laughter burst forth before his handsome face came into view, his brows lifted in mirth, "Liu Zheng, I came with good intentions to spend Chinese New Year's Eve with you, and you start by scolding me?"
She then remembered that she had indeed told him in passing that she would be on the night shift for Chinese New Year's Eve.
"Thank you, but shouldn't you be going home for a family reunion dinner?" She began to feel wary. It wasn't that she was narcissistic or presumptuous, but a man abandoning his family on Chinese New Year's Eve to come to the hospital and keep her company was bound to raise suspicions about his motives.
But Xue Weilin didn't answer her question, instead presenting the flowers to her, "Happy Chinese New Year's Eve, and may you be happy every day."
"Thank you." She accepted the flowers, then said, "You should go back." This was a hospital, hardly the place for what he called 'company for the Spring Festival.'
