"I would love the flowers to be here." Sun Jiamu appeared slightly envious. "Even if these beautiful roses aren't mine, the sight of them pleases my heart."
Although Wu Jiatong was unhappy with Fang Xinxin, she did not wish to nitpick at such a pleasing bouquet of roses. She coldly responded. "Do as you like."
"May I ask if this is Miss Fang Xinxin?" A young woman dressed in an employee's uniform knocked against the dormitory door.
"I am." She asked in confusion. "What is it?"
"This phone was bought as a gift for you. A customer has paid for it. Please sign and receive it."
Wu Jiatong ran over to see. "Wow. It's a DX8. This phone is worth $1,600." She shot Fang Xinxin a look of jealousy. "What kind of luck do you have? There are people gifting you flowers and a phone."
