An Jing walked out holding Su Mo and Su Xing, and seeing the sea of red in the yard, she laughed, "Did Ning Zihan send them again?"
"Who else would send me flowers besides him?" An Baobei said, hugging a bouquet of roses, not in the mood.
An Jing laughed, "Didn't your Uncle Lu send you flowers last time as well?"
"Those were champagne roses, different from these. I like this kind better."
An Jing immediately laughed aloud, "Seems like Ning Zihan suits your taste, huh."
An Baobei wasn't annoyed and replied, "It's not him that suits my taste, it's the flowers he sends that do. Mom, do you want some? Feel free to pick, there's plenty here."
An Jing laughed, "I don't want any, or your dad will get upset. I can only accept flowers from your dad."
An Jing didn't want the roses, but Su Mo and Su Xing, the kids, were quite fond of the sea of red and wanted to run into it to play. But An Jing stopped them from doing so.
