What about Shen Lingxing? He was the one who received the gift; he must have seen the card already, right? What would he think?
Sigh, so annoying!
Mi Jing stomped her foot in frustration. Seeing the elevator about to close, she hurriedly pressed the button and quickly stepped out.
Upon entering the room again, Shen Lingxing had changed positions. He was now leisurely sitting on the sofa watching TV. Mi Jing looked at his profile, thought for a moment, and decided to clarify things with him.
"I feel the need to explain to you that I have absolutely no relationship with the person who sent the flowers, so please don't misunderstand." Mi Jing blurted out without caring whether Shen Lingxing was listening, and after saying it, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders.
"There's still a box." Shen Lingxing glanced coldly at the box on the coffee table, finding it an eyesore, and reminded Mi Jing.
"Huh?" Mi Jing didn't quite understand what Shen Lingxing meant.