Ye Qilan's gaze was complex as he looked at Su Hongxing. Being stared at like this made her scalp tingle with unease, worried he might suddenly lose his temper and stop her from going to work.
"I really don't know what to do with you." After a long while, Ye Qilan sighed lightly.
Su Hongxing finally exhaled a sigh of relief. "Maybe it's just some prank by a bored person. How about this, I'll call Beichuan and ask—maybe it's one of his tricks."
"There's no need for you to call him. I'll handle it from my side. From now on, don't contact him again, understood?!" Ye Qilan said, staring intently at Su Hongxing.
Su Hongxing nodded vigorously like a woodpecker. "Understood!"
As long as he didn't lock her up at home, she'd agree to anything.
"Which flower shop sent the flowers? Do you have an address?" Ye Qilan asked again.
