Ye Beisheng walked over slowly.
The herbs that Jian Ningxue had broken were still on the ground. Madam Jian saw her and quickly stopped Jian Ningxue. Then, she pretended to be unhappy and reprimanded her daughter.
"Ningxue, you've been badly spoiled by your father and me. Although you've ruined some worthless weeds, it's still Miss Ye's hard work. Apologize to Miss Ye now."
Ye Beisheng sneered.
Oh, what Madam Jian meant was that the grass was worthless; even if Jian Ningxue destroyed it, she would only have to be lightly lectured.
Did Ye Beisheng look like someone who was so easy to bully?
Jian Ningxue quickly understood what Madam Jian meant. She threw away the herbs in her hand and said arrogantly, "That's right, it doesn't cost much. What kind of flowers are these anyway? They're ugly and smelly. Brother Xiting won't like them. I'm pulling them out for your own good!"
Ye Beisheng quietly looked at the herbs on the ground.
