She sent a text message: "Received it. I have to get back to work."
Sun Qiyan didn't particularly like flowers; he just liked the person who sent them.
He replied, not entirely truthfully, "I love them. The flowers are beautiful. Your thousand yuan won't go to waste."
She didn't reply again, perhaps staying up late at the office once more.
Knowing she was busy, Xie Qinyang hadn't asked her out in a long time. Thinking she was heading to New York soon, he decided to drop by and see her.
He saw the order for flowers sent to someone.
Xie Qinyang's brows furrowed. "That stir-fry cook? You're sending him flowers and gifts?"
"He sends me things too; it's called reciprocity," Shen Jing said, lowering her head to flip through a book for some information. "Oh, and let me ask you, Young Master, can *you* cook? Show me your hands."
Xie Qinyang, hands in his pockets, replied with utmost confidence, "There's no comparison. I'm capable of much more..."
