Upon arriving in Beijing, Qi Si quickly received a thank you from Shen Yan.
[I really like the flowers, thank you, Mr. Qi!]
Qi Si held his phone, his gaze fixed on these words.
He could feel Shen Yan's joy from the text!
Did she like flowers that much?
Was she too easily satisfied?
"What are you looking at?" Sitting opposite him, Chi Boyuan, with his hand dangling half-heartedly, rarely saw Qi Si holding his phone in such a daze at an occasion like this.
That must be a daze.
Qi Si lifted his icy eyes, meeting the gazes of several friends.
He indifferently put away his phone, "Work stuff."
"Boyuan, you know he's a workaholic," Wang Jue, sitting with his legs crossed, swirled a glass of red wine, laughing like a rogue.
Seeing Qi Si, Wang Jue was reminded of a conversation he'd had that grossed him out because of Shen Yan.
The taste of the wine suddenly felt off.
Damn!
Wang Jue shook himself, trying to dispel the nauseous feeling bubbling inside him.
