Suddenly, Song Yinyin realized in her mind: Lu Jihan giving her flowers could be considered a post-event consolation.
With this thought, her original intention to act a little aloof in front of him dissipated just like that.
At this moment, Lu Jihan got out of the car and looked at her, saying, "Do you like it?"
"Hmm, it's okay."
"Just okay?" Lu Jihan slightly raised an eyebrow.
It was obvious he was not satisfied with her answer.
"Just like that? I've been worried all day, and if it weren't for all the piled-up company matters, I would have hurried back to cheer you up immediately, my dear wife."
Lu Jihan wrapped his arm around her slender waist, lightly sighed, with a hint of acting spoiled.
When Song Yinyin saw the large bouquet of fragrant, overflowing lilies, the last bit of her resentment vanished completely.
"Alright, I admit, this bouquet is beautiful, and I like it very much."
