She felt much better having had a nap.
She walked towards the living room in search of her host.
Meanwhile, in the back garden where the greenhouse was located...
"How on earth am I supposed to weed the garden when there aren't any weeds left? "
Yin Xie fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, withdrawing a stick and lighting it. He surveyed the garden expressionlessly. Not a single blade of withered grass was left. What was he supposed to weed?
Ming Yan walked over. "Yin Xie, what are you doing here?"
"Master asked me to weed the garden." Yin Xie exhaled a thick cloud of nicotine-infused smoke.
"He ordered you to weed the garden?" Ming Yan eyed the garden with an incredulous look. "Perhaps he meant for you to mow the lawn?"
