Flower Language

She felt that her man was starting to squander again. A tulip cultivated in a greenhouse like this would wither in less than a day as long as it left that environment. It was almost equivalent to changing a new one every day. Moreover, it would be four years in university. The Xie family was rich, but they shouldn't spend it like this, right?

"Feng Qing, do you know what a tulip's flower language is?" The female student asked.

Feng Qing looked at her and smiled bitterly. She had liked tulips since she was young. How could she not know its flower language? In fact, tulips had a different flower language in many countries. But in Xia country, it represented the 'Confession of Love'!

"It's a love confession!" The female classmate continued, "To be willing to spend so much money for you in such a sensational manner, I guess this fan is your pursuer or boyfriend?"