"For me?"

Ji Qingyan was a little surprised. She hadn't received many of these things since she became pregnant.

But most people gave them roses. This was the first time someone gave them roses.

"I'm so old, maybe it was given to me." Song Lan said with a smile:

"I guess Xiaoyi is busy and doesn't have time to come back, so I bought you a bunch of flowers and sent them back."

With that said, Song Lan handed the flowers to Ji Qingyan.

"Here it is, I'll leave first."

Song Lan left, and Ji Qingyan held a white rose in her hand.

After searching for a long time, I couldn't find any trace of it, just a piece of flawless pure white.

But she was sure that it could never be given by Lin Yi.

Dazed, Ji Qingyan looked at the white rose in trance.
Chapter completed!