Jiang Chengsi originally had it all planned out: she would come to look at cars, he'd offer her a bit of advice, then they'd probably have coffee or tea, hand over the invitation and leave.
But because of that rose, he completely forgot what he was supposed to be doing.
Inwardly, he cursed the guy earlier—this bastard, why give him this?
"Let's head inside, it's quite cold out here," Jiang Chengsi cleared his throat, noticing her nod, then gallantly helped push through the mall's glass doors.
Just the two of them walking side by side, him as a grown man holding a rose, it was rather absurd.
"This flower... was given by someone else."
"Mm." The girl beside him nodded seriously, having an idea why Jiang Chengsi would suddenly have a rose.
"Um..." Jiang Chengsi cleared his throat and handed the flower over, "Here, it's for you."
Compared to his awkwardness, Miss "Xiao" received it with a smile, graciously accepting, "Thank you."
