"Miss He isn't recovering well, and she's in big trouble," Thirteen muttered.
"Thirteen, please step outside," He Mengji ordered.
Thirteen glanced at Ye Xiong, looking like he wanted to say something, but he obediently left anyway. Before he left, Ye Xiong noticed that his eyes were red, as if he hadn't slept well or had been crying.
Could a man as tough as a rock like him also show such emotion? Strange indeed!
Ye Xiong placed the flowers in a nearby vase and smiled. "I can assure you that this time, my intention in sending flowers is genuine, not like last time when I was hiding a dagger behind a smile."
"You're quite an amusing man. You barged into my office, gave me flowers, and even said you liked me. I've never met a man like you before," He Mengji said with a smile.
"What can I say? It was something that could have been settled with force, but I insisted on solving it with my looks instead," Ye Xiong joked.