What godd*mn consistency.
It's not Xiao Zhang wooing the girl, for Pete's sake!
Han Zhuoli shook his head in exasperation, thinking that he must really tell Old Mrs. Han and Lin Liye later.
He couldn't help Han Zhuoling cover up anymore.
Otherwise, with him like this, he probably wouldn't even react in time by the time Shi Xiaoya sent him a wedding invitation.
Han Zhuoling had a suitable reason. "What's more, what if I missed her? Am I supposed to walk around with such a big bunch of flowers?"
Han Zhuoling slanted a look at Han Zhuoli indignantly. "I almost missed her just now."
Han Zhuoli smirked. "You said 'almost.' Didn't you bump into her still? You encountered her and didn't think to give her the flowers. Tsk, how's letting your subordinate deliver the flowers more sincere than giving them to her yourself?"
Han Zhuoling: "…"
