Jin Qichuan's face showed a hint of disappointment as he withdrew the roses. He didn't forcefully hand them to Ji Wei.
The atmosphere between them abruptly fell into a deadlock.
Finally, it was Ji Xian who broke the silence: "Oh, Mr. Jin, don't you have work today?"
"My work is quite flexible. It doesn't matter if I don't go to the company," Jin Qichuan responded.
Ji Wei nodded but suddenly found herself at a loss for words.
Both of them silently walked into the living room.
Seeing Jin Qichuan holding a large bouquet of roses, Aunt Zhu instinctively reached out, took them, and arranged them in the vase on the cabinet.
Ji Wei initially wanted to stop Aunt Zhu, but it was already too late.
"Mr. Jin, please have a seat," Aunt Zhu said as she poured him a cup of tea.
Jin Qichuan politely nodded toward Aunt Zhu and sat down on the sofa.
Watching Aunt Zhu leave for the kitchen, Ji Wei spoke apologetically, "I'm sorry, Aunt Zhu probably misunderstood just now... the roses—"
