Jin Yuanyuan asked, "Didn't the florist wrap this?"
"To my knowledge." Ji Anning, with a look of expertise in floral arrangements, analyzed to Jin Yuanyuan, "Normally, red roses are wrapped in purple paper or gold exterior. Don't you think red with gold and red isn't really a good match?"
Jin Yuanyuan listened, carefully studied the flowers once more, and shook her head, "No."
"Ah..." Ji Anning sighed helplessly at Jin Yuanyuan's innocent face.
What a fool. Even after such a hint, she still can't figure it out.
Up until now, besides that kind-hearted Mr. Sun, who else has ever sent her anything?
Ji Anning was internally criticizing Jin Yuanyuan's intelligence when Jin Yuanyuan suddenly mumbled, "Could it be Mr. Sun who sent it?"
Ji Anning excitedly cursed in her heart.
Holy crap, not easy at all, finally figured it out.
She pretended to be calm and curiously asked, "Oh, why did you think of him?"
