Jiang Yuan glared at him irritably, "What chrysanthemum? These are sunflowers. Has no one ever told you that if you're dumb, you should read more books?"
"Sunflowers?" How come he thought they looked the same as chrysanthemums?
Xu Jinyan curled his lip in disdain, "You girls are such a hassle, always giving flowers for no reason. They can't be eaten or drunk, it would be better to give more edible gifts."
"Shut it! I really feel sorry for your future girlfriend." With his incurable terminal straight-male cancer, any girlfriend of his is doomed to an early grave from anger.
The look of disdain on Xu Jinyan's face grew even stronger, "Why would I need a girlfriend? Isn't living alone just fine?" Having a girlfriend means having to indulge and pamper her. He must be out of his mind to willingly find an ancestor-like figure for himself.
Moreover, he already has two of those at home, could he even survive with another one?
Jiang Yuan: "I hope you remember your own words."
