Chapter Three Hundred Eleven: No Rush, Rush
When she returned home and got out of the car, Zhang Yurong looked at the flowers in her hand and frowned slightly.
"What's wrong?" Li Yan followed her.
"Nothing, it's just..." Yurong showed him the flowers and smiled wryly, "You bought two bouquets of red roses. I don't need to tell you what red roses mean, right? It might not be very appropriate to give them to Yue Yao."
"Oh... I didn't think about it. If I had noticed at the flower shop, I could have exchanged them. Should I go back and exchange them now?" Li Yan wasn't trying to be vague. It was just that he had ordered red roses in the morning without considering the inconvenience of sending red roses to Yue Yao as Yurong's husband.
