The daffodil popped out of Sang Ye's clothes.
Why was Han Ying here at this time?!
Their escape plan was interrupted.
Sang Ye touched her petals and stuffed her back into his clothes. Then, he turned around and saw Han Ying standing in front of the vase.
Han Ying asked, "I remember there was a dry branch here before. Why is it gone?"
Sang Ye said indifferently, "It's too ugly. I threw it away."
Han Ying nodded. "It was indeed quite ugly. I should have thrown it away long ago."
Huanhuan, who was hiding in Sang Ye's clothes, was speechless.
As expected of his biological uncle. They were both shallow people.
Han Ying didn't pay any more attention to the withered tree. He focused his attention on Sang Ye again and said in relief, "The last time I saw you, you were just a cub who didn't even have a human form. I didn't expect you to grow so big in the blink of an eye."
However, Sang Ye did not look happy at all.
