"Not enough," Shen Dang said with an ambiguous smile to Qiao Xi, "How could it be enough?"
It would never be enough.
Qiao Xi didn't want to engage with him.
...
When Tang Honghe returned to the private room, he was holding a very large bouquet of flowers.
A sea of rose-red, as if exuding an aura of being in love.
Qiao Xi raised her eyebrows, somewhat excited.
The others started teasing Tang Honghe upon seeing this.
"Wow, what kind of flowers has President Tang got there?"
"What flower? It must be roses!"
"Those roses are quite pretty; are they for me?"
"Pfft, why would he give them to you? A big man like you liking that girly, prissy rose?"
"Our Xiao Tang isn't thinking of getting married too after seeing Jiashu tie the knot, is he? Which lady is it?"
"Which lady, huh? You'll find out soon enough."
