Uncle Hai finished reporting and carried the potted plant upstairs.
"Wait, what are you holding?" Young Master Yan stopped Uncle Hai.
"Oh, this? It's a gift from Ying'er!" Uncle Hai answered honestly.
"A gift?" Young Master Yan's sharp eyes lingered on the pot.
It's remarkable that the little girl thought of bringing such peculiar things as gifts. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't dare to bring such gifts when paying a visit.
Really, she must have run out of money!
Uncle Hai didn't understand the meaning behind the young master's half-smiling expression, so he could only add, "Yes, it's called Chinese Lucky Grass."
Hearing this, Young Master Yan displayed a thoughtful expression. Finally, he had some understanding of why the girl had brought these two pots.
"Alright, put one in my parents' bedroom and one in mine."
After giving the instructions, Young Master Yan strode towards the terrace.
