Although Lady Xiao strongly insisted, Xiao He still disagreed to take her to find Xiutong, instead, he dawdled on his own to the floral shop.
"Cough!" Upon entering, Xiao He saw Xiutong busy and didn't notice him, so he deliberately coughed to get her attention, and he successfully achieved his purpose, Xiutong finally noticed the big stick-like figure standing there.
"Is the Marquis here to buy flowers again today?" Xiao He has become a major customer for Xiutong; as long as he is not odd, Xiutong generally maintains a good attitude toward him.
"Just looking around." Xiao He's gaze wavered; ever since he affirmed his feelings, he was too afraid to look directly at his beloved.
He actually felt quite beastly. Xiutong had not yet come of age, and he in his last life was old enough to be her father, yet he harbored such sordid thoughts.
