Ye Qilan found he couldn't get any answers, so he stopped beating around the bush: "No one's sent you flowers?"
"How do you know someone sent me flowers?" Su Hongxing asked back with a leisurely tone.
Ye Qilan was stumped and stammered, "I guessed."
"Someone did send flowers, but I threw them in the trash." Su Hongxing replied truthfully.
"Wife, how about you stop working? If you feel bored at home, why not work with me? That way, I can keep an eye on you."
Although he knew Su Hongxing disliked him meddling in everything, he couldn't help but worry. There were too many bad guys out there, and with her looks, trouble seemed inevitable. If he wasn't careful, she might get stolen away by some other man.
"I quite like my current job. Xiaoqiao and Qingyin are here to help me, so you really don't need to worry. I'm busy now, let's leave it at that." Fearing Ye Qilan would continue nagging, Su Hongxing decisively hung up the phone.
