Murong Xiao narrowed his eyes, his gaze deep as he looked at the flowers in her hand.

"Feng Rong's colleague apologized," Xiang Jin said.

"Apologize with roses? Pink ones?" Murong Xiao scoffed, his face darkening slightly, a surge of resentment rising in his chest.

"It's just a bouquet of flowers. They gave it to me casually, and I accepted it without any ulterior motive..."

Xiang Jin stared at his profile.

Is the big boss angry?

Probably not. He's not that free; he wouldn't have time to manage something as simple as a bouquet of flowers.

Just then, Xiang Jin's phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number.

Thinking it was a spam call, Xiang Jin answered it and put it on speakerphone, intending to listen for a couple of minutes and then hang up.

"Miss Xiang, this is Ling Teng, this is my number."

"Hello, Mr. Ling, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Did you like the flowers from earlier?"

"I...I quite like it." Xiang Jin chuckled dryly, glancing silently at the expression on the face of the person next to her, who seemed even uglier.

"I'm glad you like it. Today was indeed a misunderstanding. I hope Miss Xiang can give me a chance to make amends." He paused. "Do you have time tomorrow? I'd like to invite you to dinner."

Have a meal? !

What is Ling Teng trying to do?

"No need for dinner, I have other things to do tomorrow," Xiang Jin politely declined.

"It's okay, you can come out after you finish your work. I'll wait for you no matter how late it is. Well... see you tomorrow night."

Xiang Jin: "..."

She shouldn't have answered that call.

The atmosphere inside the car grew even colder, as if snow were falling in June.

Xiang Jin trembled involuntarily, and after organizing her thoughts, she said, "Really, it's not necessary, Mr. Ling, thank you."

Xiang Jin hung up the phone.