Xiao Ning was holding a bunch of carnations in her hand.
Bai Yeyuan noticed how heavy and laborious she was carrying, so he snapped at her, “Why are you buying so much? It’s fine if you just take two or three.”
As he spoke, he snatched the flowers from her hand and held them for her.
Xiao Ning pursed her lips. “Who only takes three flowers when they visit a patient? Those who don’t know would think that you’re going to burn three incense sticks to pray for an early death.”
Bai Yeyuan snorted coldly. “Why are you so particular about it?”
Xiao Ning’s big eyes darted around, suddenly, she looked at Bai Yeyuan in confusion. “Little uncle, you’re a man who’s been in love before. You... have you never sent flowers to a girl before? Don’t you know that you have to look at the number and type of flowers to send flowers to a girl?”
Bai Yeyuan’s face froze and he kept quiet.
