Jiang Wenhui hung up the phone and checked the time, there was still an hour left until the end of the workday.
She took out a mirror to check her hairstyle, which wasn't messed up, and felt a sense of relief.
Before long, the office door opened, and a tall figure walked in, holding a bouquet of flowers.
Jiang Wenhui stood up and said, "Why are you here?"
"Not welcome?" Song Cheng'an raised an eyebrow.
"No, just surprised. It is work hours after all." Jiang Wenhui smiled and her eyes fell on the flowers in his hand.
"I visited you plenty of times before during work." Song Cheng'an stepped forward, handed her the flowers, and said, "These are for you."
Jiang Wenhui took the lilies he handed over, gently sniffed them, and a faint fragrance lingered at her nose, bringing more warmth to her smile.
"You still remember I like lilies."
"I wouldn't dare forget. I remember giving you roses on our first date, and you said they were tacky." Song Cheng'an said helplessly.
