It was obvious that the lovestruck girl was utterly infatuated with the dashing Xie Qiyan.
"So, you…"
Xie Qiyan, who had been sparring verbally with Yu Tingting all this time, now glanced at the bouquet-clutching lovestruck girl with a hint of puzzlement. His sharp black brows tilted slightly, knitting in a faint frown as he expressed a sliver of incomprehension.
"Miss, I understand what you're thinking, but unfortunately, I have to tell you that the flowers from this gentleman here hold absolutely no meaning for you. He originally planned to snatch the bouquet for his boyfriend—yes, that's right, his boyfriend—but because he slipped up, the flowers accidentally landed in your hands. Clear?"
Yu Tingting had finally found an opportunity. Her face carried a poised and confident smile as she looked at the lovestruck girl, speaking with barely contained excitement yet maintaining a convincingly serious tone.
"Oh my god! A freak!"
