Jiang Siyan held the flowers and carried breakfast back to the room.
Jiang Jiu came out, saw a bouquet of roses, and said with a smile, "I thought you were going to throw it away."
Jiang Siyan said coldly, "There are no trash bins in the complex."
Jiang Jiu remembered that the complex had changed its policy, garbage collection was now door-to-door, so naturally, there were no bins downstairs.
Jiang Jiu laughed silently, dismantled the bouquet, and put the flowers into a glass vase, trimming the stems and leaves.
Jiang Siyan watched with annoyance, "You like these flowers that much."
The tone sounded as if he had drunk ten kilograms of vinegar.
Jiang Jiu arranged the flower stems to one side and skillfully opened the breakfast box, "Not really, I'm planning to start live streaming today and this bouquet will make a nice background prop."
"Throw it away."
"No."
Jiang Siyan got up, and Jiang Jiu quickly shouted, "Jiang Siyan, sit down!"
