Ning Fan took the flowers, casually saying, "Our gift is the most fitting, wilted flowers and withered willows are just right..."
Looking at the already withered roses, Xiaohui, who was already in a bad mood, almost lost her temper hearing the words "wilted flowers and withered willows."
The other four also cast unhappy glances.
Especially the two suitors, whose eyes looked like they wanted to devour someone.
Lan Kexin softly called, "Ning Fan..."
"My bad for speaking poorly. It should be beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman."
Saying this, Ning Fan stretched out his hand, "Birthday star. Could it be you dislike the gift? These wilted flowers and withered willows still cost us almost two hundred..."
"Thanks a lot."
Xiaohui reluctantly took the bouquet, thinking that if she delayed any longer, she'd hear something even more unpleasant.
"Kexin, is this your boyfriend?"
Xiaohui said with a sarcastic tone, sizing up Ning Fan as if she were picking vegetables at the market.
