Qin Zigui's laughter came through, "Oh, you still remember me, that's really an honor for me!"
"Honor my ass!" Weilan scolded angrily, "Who asked you to send me flowers?"
"Of course, it was myself," Qin Zigui said as if it were the most natural thing, "I wanted to send you flowers, so I did. I ordered them yesterday afternoon; they were overnighted here: roses from Bulgaria. Do you like them?"
"Get lost!" Weilan snarled, "Qin Zigui, you scumbag."
"Don't talk like that. I'm history with your sister, I know you might have misunderstood, but with your sister, it really wasn't me pursuing her. I haven't even pursued any girls yet," Qin Zigui explained.
It was Weilan's first time encountering such a shameless rich second generation, utterly shameless to the extreme.
"Qin Zigui, I have nothing to say to you," Weilan said, and then hung up the phone.
Qin Zigui called again, but she directly rejected and then blocked him.