"Miss Xia, your flowers..."
The flower shop boy's face blossomed into a brilliant chrysanthemum with his smile. He had delivered roses nine times just that morning, which was unbearably tedious.
Xia Yanxin felt a headache coming on, "Just throw it in the trash!"
The flower shop boy glanced at the trash can already inundated with roses, his face contorted into an awkward smile.
"Miss Xia, these flowers were just air-flown in, they're really fresh! How about I give you a vase for free to put them in your office?"
"It doesn't matter whether the flowers are good or not, what's important is who sends them. Please just help me throw them in the trash, I don't have the time."
The flower shop boy shook his head, resigned, and tossed the beautifully-arranged bouquet into the trash—it had taken him half an hour to prepare…
"Knock, knock, knock!"
