He was looking at "Miss Xiao."
"There's a sense of familiarity."
"What feels familiar?" Ruan Mengxi wasn't exactly familiar with this "Miss Xiao," let alone them.
"Just feels a bit familiar, but can't remember why."
"Maybe you've seen too many people."
He smiled sheepishly and turned to the door to greet Qi Zeyan.
Qi Zeyan was planning to pick Ruan Mengxi up from work. Little did he expect it to be such a lively occasion, with Jiang Jinsang and Tang Wan both present.
He was holding a large bouquet of roses, sporting slicked-back hair, shining leather shoes, and a crisp suit, looking a bit flamboyant.
He came often, but not always with flowers; today just happened to be a good coincidence.
"These are for you." Qi Zeyan handed the large bouquet of roses to Ruan Mengxi. He was always thick-skinned, while Ruan Mengxi felt a bit embarrassed under everyone's gaze.
"Why did you buy flowers?"
"Just felt like it; do you like them?"
