"It is none of your business whom I give flowers to," Jiang Muchen snapped. "It is up to Little Uncle to take them or not."
A tempest of animosity brewed between the Supreme General and the Fire Guardian. Their gazes collided, igniting an atmosphere charged with such explosive potential that a single spark could have triggered a cataclysmic conflagration.
And then, Xie Jianyu drained the tension by taking the flowers from his husband.
"Thank you, Muchen," he said.
Zhang Fengxi was beyond devastated. Beneath the strong and unyielding facade was a heartbroken tiger, who was about to broke down into a wail and throw a tantrum.
Jiang Muchen, on the other hand, was the very picture of schadenfreude.
His immense delight was evident from the smile broadening across his features.
Xie Jianyu took a sniff at the small bouquet. And then, he handed it over to Xie Jianshen, effectively wiping the smile off Jiang Muchen's face.
