Ye Shu's little face was embarrassingly red all over, under the light, she looked like a delicate rose about to drip with drops of blood.
Like a child who had done something wrong, she embarrassedly hung her head low, standing in front of Sheng Shaochen.
Her toes curled up one by one out of nervousness.
"Mr. Sheng, I thought... the flowers were sent by you..."
"Little Village Flower, you really received the flowers Handsome B sent, didn't you? Aren't they beautiful? Handsome B noticed early on that you like blue lotuses. Ah, my Little Village Flower, you are my blue lotus, my dream lover..."
Handsome B's voice, once again saucy through the radio waves, was clearly filled with arrogance.
"…" Ye Shu had a face that wanted to cry but had no tears.
This damn Handsome B also had the last name Sheng; could it get any more coincidental? This really put her in a tough spot.