Li Mingxi's tone was still so cold.
Xiao Lang, however, said, "I didn't twist your words. It's you who's always saying one thing and meaning another. Everything I said is what's in your heart."
"I've never seen someone so self-righteous as you! Do you have anything else to say? If not, I'm hanging up."
Xiao Lang chuckled, "Nothing else, I'll pick you up after work, that's it, I'm hanging up."
Hey, she hadn't agreed yet!
Li Mingxi stared angrily at her phone for a moment, then looked at the roses and felt a headache coming on.
So many flowers in her office, the fragrance was overwhelming.
Moreover, roses only last a few days before they wither.
Leaving them all here would be such a waste.
Li Mingxi silently cursed Xiao Lang as a squanderer, then called Xiaohan.
She asked Xiaohan to handle the roses, giving one each to the hospital patients, doctors, and nurses.
Instead of letting the flowers wither, better to let more people enjoy them.
