He Wanqing's face was a mask of extreme embarrassment, mixed with shame and annoyance.
What Xue Meng was doing was clearly a power play, putting her on the spot. It was too much.
"Wanqing, take them!"
Her friend urged her on excitedly from the side.
But He Wanqing stood as still as a statue, making the situation awkward.
Just then, her friend suddenly reached out, took the flowers, and shoved them directly into He Wanqing's arms.
"OOHHH!!!"
Seeing the flowers change hands, the audience immediately erupted in cheers.
The crowd of onlookers didn't care how the flowers were given; they were just there for the drama.
Seeing his chance, Xue Meng quickly turned and headed for the stage, afraid that He Wanqing would get upset, chase after him, and return the flowers.
"What are you doing?"
Down in the audience, He Wanqing shot her friend a displeased look.
"Even if you don't like him, you can't just reject him in public like that! That's so hurtful!"
