"There are many types of lilies, some are suitable for visiting patients, but generally speaking, white lilies are meant for the deceased," Mu Qingxue explained.
As soon as Mu Qingxue finished speaking, Han Zifeng's expression became incredibly colorful. He looked at the flowers in his hand, then at Bai Zhiqing and Lin Yafei, who were looking at him with peculiar gazes, and despite his thick skin, he couldn't help but blush.
"Third Young Master Han, didn't you tell the florist you were visiting a patient when you bought the flowers?" Mu Qingxue asked curiously. Logically, any florist should inform their customers about these taboos! This kind of thing shouldn't happen.
Han Zifeng felt embarrassed and said, "I did... mention it."
"That doesn't make sense. If you mentioned it, I don't think the florist would give you white lilies!"
Mu Qingxue frowned and said, "Could it be the florist did it on purpose, wanting to embarrass you?"
