Ye Huanyan sat on the hospital bed, her expression slightly cold...
Lie Xunjue reached out to pick up the flowers on the table; they were red roses sent by He Ziting, which he directly threw into the trash can.
"Lie Xunjue, what are you doing?"
"Tacky! Unbearably tacky!"
He said with an air of righteousness.
Ye Huanyan rolled her eyes at him, "How is it tacky! You're clearly picking on He Ziting on purpose?"
She was a bit angry; Lie Xunjue's attitude towards He Ziting was too much.
"Can't you see? First of all, he actually sent roses, red ones at that, which is already very tacky. Plus, the shape of the flowers is also so tacky!"
He said this with a straight face, leaving her both amused and exasperated.
Just a bouquet of flowers, and he could pick out a hundred faults.
Next, he saw the carefully cut apples on the table, "Did he peel these?"
She didn't reply, just glared at him.
He directly picked them up and dumped them into the trash can.
