Yu Qian's words did not affect Wei Zimu. He reached out to brush away the rain on the osmanthus flowers. "These flowers bloom very well. When the weather clears tomorrow, I'll take the flowers out to dry them. When the time comes, I'll bring them back to make tea for you."
On the other end of the video, Yu Qian's expression was very ugly. "Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
Wei Zimu looked up. "Ah Yuan."
Yu Qian's pupils constricted slightly. "Who are you calling? I think you're confused."
Wei Zimu smiled faintly. "I'll go back in a month. What do you want me to bring?"
Yu Qian frowned. "What exactly do you want?"
Over the years, Wei Zimu had been cold to him, but he had changed recently.
"Didn't you steal the experimental medicine? What do you want to take from me this time? Why don't you just say it?"
Wei Zimu shook his head. "I'll take a shower first. If you have anything on, we'll talk later."
