Lu Zijin carefully recalled the interactions with Sun Mingzhu and quickly remembered.
He looked at Qiao Jing, somewhat helplessly, and said, "The lunch you mentioned was actually distributed by our hospital, and Sun Mingzhu might not have known and thought it was bought by me personally."
"As for the flowers, they were given to Sun Mingzhu by someone else; I just helped pass them along, and I might not have explained it clearly, which led to a misunderstanding."
After listening to Lu Zijin's words, Qiao Jing understood everything.
It turned out everything was a misunderstanding, and Sun Mingzhu was just being self-indulgent.
Although it was only a brief contact, from Lu Zijin's words and actions, you could tell he was a very cultured person.
Someone like him, no matter how you think about it, wouldn't fancy a girl with Sun Mingzhu's temperament.
Thinking this, Qiao Jing nodded to herself and said softly, "Looks like my instincts were quite accurate."
