"This was sent by Bai Yifan." Tang Yumeng replied.
"That makes even more sense." Lin Chuan slapped his thigh with an expression of regret, saying, "If it were before, you would have definitely refused without hesitation, but now... you're actually accepting his red roses, oh my..."
The more Lin Chuan spoke, the more agitated he became, as if overwhelmed by unbearable pain.
"You really are something." Tang Yumeng glared at Lin Chuan and said, "What about red roses? Can't red roses represent a pure friendship?"
Lin Chuan blinked, turned around, took the red roses out of the vase, and with a flick of his wrist, threw them into the trash can.
"You..." Tang Yumeng was shocked as she watched Lin Chuan, saying, "How could you do that?"
"Tomorrow I'll bring you some even prettier roses," Lin Chuan said, "These ones are almost wilting."
