"Why are you here?" Tang Zhixian glanced at the daisies in his hand. "If you're here to give flowers, save it. I don't want them."
The flower language of daisies is hidden love.
Fu Junshen couldn't help but laugh. "Who said the flowers I picked are for you?"
Tang Zhixian's face stiffened. "Then why did you bring flowers here?"
"Didn't you complain about that vase? I came to take it. If you don't want it, I do. It's perfect for these daisies." As he spoke, he walked over to Tang Zhixian's desk, reached out for the vase, placed the daisies inside, and prepared to leave with it.
Tang Zhixian furrowed her brows and stopped him. "Hey, I told you, this vase was bought with my money. You don't have the right to take my stuff."
"Didn't you reject it because the bottom reads 'Tang Zhixian loves Fu Junshen'?" Fu Junshen asked.
Tang Zhixian: "..."
From her workstation, Tang Zhiluo overheard and couldn't help but laugh aloud.
Tang Zhixian shot Tang Zhiluo a glance.