Su Chenghui, How Dare You

The atmosphere in the ward was indescribably strange.

Li Qianxue's hand was injured. When Wei Ting brought in the roses, she had no way to reach out to receive them.

After all, Wei Ting had always been dramatic. Every time he sent flowers, he would always send a large bouquet of roses.

Wei Ting was still holding a large bouquet of roses in his hand. His body was half-bent. It was obvious that he wanted Li Qianxue to receive the flowers.

Li Qianxue didn't have the ability to take such a large bouquet with one hand. Just when she didn't know how to refuse, Su Chenghui came in.

Su Chenghui saw the large bouquet of roses as soon as he came in. He narrowed his eyes and his expression didn't change. He walked up to Wei Ting calmly.