Finding the flowers was not easy, getting that bouquet back was even harder.
The little assistant scratched his head and pondered for a while before he came up with a "borrow a flower to present to Buddha" tactic. Under the pretense of borrowing, he got the flowers back and then purchased an even bigger and more gorgeous bouquet to send back.
Gong Xuanzhi, upon receiving the flowers, had nothing but endless disgust in her eyes.
"Where did you find them?"
The little assistant didn't dare tell the truth, and had to lie, "Just outside."
Xu Cong wanted her to hold the bouquet and happily take a selfie.
But Gong Xuanzhi couldn't feel happy; she had the sensation of being forced into it covertly.
"You can go out now."
She said to the little assistant.
After the assistant left, Gong Xuanzhi hurriedly locked the door from the inside.