Wen Qiao and Lin Ruochun were walking together toward the film set when Lin Ruochun bent her elbow and nudged Wen Qiao, asking, "What was my brother's reaction when he saw that bouquet of flowers?"
"What else could his reaction be?" Wen Qiao laughed, "He looked like he wished he could eat that bouquet."
"Bravo, only you could boldly bring a rival's flowers right in front of my brother and still come out unscathed," Lin Ruochun said, giving her a thumbs up in admiration. "I doubt there's a second person who could pull that off."
Wen Qiao preened, running her fingers through her hair: "Can't help it, too charming."
"Such a show-off," Lin Ruochun chuckled, then reminded her, "But aren't you afraid that putting my brother's flowers together with Huo Mutian's will mean never seeing that bouquet again?"
"..."
That was a good question.
Wen Qiao fell silent, her tone hesitant, "Fu Jinghen, shouldn't be that petty, right?"
