"Is your friend a guy or a girl? How could they give you knives as a present?" Wen Min looked at Yun Jian in surprise as well but she did not mean ill. She was simply a little stunned.
Yun Jian turned to look at Wen Min. She had heard from Qin Yirou that Wen Min was very kind. Although she was both the boss and the manager of the florist, she had never mistreated her employees and would even frequently treat them to meals. When she took into consideration that her employees were all women in their thirties and forties who had to rush home to cook for their children or husband, she would ask them to call their family along for the meal.
Shopkeepers like her were rare nowadays—extremely scarce, actually.
"A girl. We've been through life and death together," Yun Jian replied parting her cherry lips. Her expression was stern when she spoke and did not look like she was joking.
