Bai Yiran felt her head was about to explode. Such a large bouquet of roses occupied almost her entire desk, and the intense fragrance was giving her a headache.
Walking in made the scent even stronger. Bai Yiran was not fond of such intensely scented things in the first place. Seeing such a big bouquet in front of her didn't excite her like it might a young girl seeing roses, instead, she felt it was a burden.
"Yo! Who sent these flowers?" Yao Zhiqing had already arrived at the office and was now leaning against the door of Bai Yiran's office, asking with a playful smile.
Bai Yiran repeatedly checked the roses, but there wasn't even a card, so she couldn't tell who had sent them.
"I don't know."
"You don't know?" Yao Zhiqing raised an eyebrow, "But surely, it wouldn't be Ming Kai who sent them; he's not that romantic."
Bai Yiran turned to Yao Zhiqing. She hadn't thought it was from Ming Kai either; he was a practical man who wasn't likely to spend money on such vain things.
