A warmth filled Xia Qingtian's heart immediately, bringing a hot prickling sensation to the corners of her eyes.
She sniffed and asked with a slight laugh, "Isn't the tradition to give flowers, why are you giving money?"
"Don't you like money?" Bo Jingyan retorted.
"Who said I liked money?" Xia Qingtian was puzzled.
Indeed, she did like money.
Who in this world doesn't?
But, the way Bo Jingyan put it made her feel a little uncomfortable, as if she was greedy for wealth.
Bo Jingyan didn't bother to hide his intentions.
"I don't know what you like, so I specifically asked your best friend. She said you only care for money."
Best friend?
Chen Momo?
Finally, Xia Qingtian understood why Bo Jingyan said she cared for money.
Did Chen Momo say that to make him think she was a materialistic person?
"Do you think it's bad for me to like money? Am I a greedy, materialistic woman?"
Xia Qingtian looked down, her eyelashes fluttering uneasily.