Stop Texting Me

He wasn't sure if she had indeed really left the house. Even if she was in cahoots with Aunt Zhang, there was nothing he could do about it right now.

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The moment Wen Xuxu reached the office's entrance, a strong and aromatic fragrance of roses assailed her nostrils.

She scanned her surroundings to look for the location of the roses. "Who is so blissful to receive roses early in the morning?"

Wang Xiaoya, who was always on top of things in the office, quipped, "Other than Sister Xuxu, who else could it be?"

Xuxu was surprised. "Me?"

"99 passionate and fiery red roses early in the morning. We are all going crazy with envy."

Wang Xiaoya continued with a pair of misty eyes and walked over to Xuxu's desk. She was holding a huge bouquet of red roses, and she lifted them up dramatically. "Dang, dang, dang…"