Liang Conglin raised his head and looked at the pot of blooming orchids on the flower stand. The small white flowers were surrounded by fresh green leaves, looking unique.
Normally, he would also like to fiddle with flowers and plants, especially orchids.
Normally, he would definitely have to admire this orchid that was blooming just right. However, he had something on his mind and was not in the mood to admire the flower at all.
Liang Conglin retracted his gaze and said reluctantly, "Old Master Ye's flowers are blooming quite beautifully."
Ye Maoshan laughed when he heard that. "I'll give you a pot if you want. How about you take it back?"
Liang Conglin looked conflicted. "Old Master Ye, I…" He did not want flowers. He wanted to leave!
Du Mingwei called at this moment.
