"Gu Zhiqi didn't speak, just hugged the flowers and walked straight to the bedside, then stopped and looked at Mo Weiran, softly beginning, "50 Million."
Mo Weiran: ?!
Did he really lose the flowers?!
Listening to Mo Weiran and Gu Zhiqi's conversation, a glint of confusion flashed in Tang Yichen's eyes.
Miss?
Could it be that this youngster was a servant of the Gu Family, or... someone under the Gu Family's employ?
But, it seemed like Gu Xiaoxi had given this young man a pot of flowers?
Those flowers must be quite expensive.
What kind of relationship allows Gu Xiaoxi to give him a pot of flowers?
Thinking this, Tang Yichen extended his hand and touched his chin, his face contemplative.
"Mi... Miss, you... you know?"
Mo Weiran still thought that Gu Zhiqi knew about the flowers being lost, oh, that they were stolen.
After all, when he woke up, he found himself lying in a hospital. Aside from the doctors and nurses, he hadn't seen anyone else.
