"Hey, won't this huge bouquet get in the way here?" Qhianqhian looked at the bouquet, left and right, with a face full of confusion. "Could there be a bomb inside? Are they trying to blow us up?"
"Did you guys ask when you accepted it?" Qin Nuan frowned tightly. Although the people around them have this financial capability, the students at the school may not all have it. Plus, sending flowers without a name? Who knows what's going on?
"The flower shop delivered them, they almost kneeled to beg us to take them..." Zhang Yun also sighed. "We asked, but couldn't figure out who sent them. The client requested confidentiality."
Cong Rong also nodded, full of perplexity. "I thought it was for you two, but now it seems it's not."
"What about Xiu Ran?" Qhianqhian turned to look at Xiu Ran, who was silently reading a book.
Xiu Ran shook his head. "Not mine, I'm sure."
