Speaking of Jiang Biyun's cactus, Chen Xiting was struck by the oddity of it all, "Is it that the cacti of rich people tend to be more delicate? The cactus at my home, I just let it be. I water it when I remember, and if I forget about it for ten days or half a month, it still survives. I've changed its pot several times, and the last time my mom called me, she mentioned that it had bloomed many times and looked quite beautiful!"
"Does the owner influence the plant they raise?" He Zhilan joked, then thought about it and shook her head, finding something amiss, "Even though Lin Deng is from a wealthy background, he seems quite low-maintenance and not delicate at all!"
With the mention of Lin Deng, Jiang Biyun's interest was piqued, "Even though he's a military man, he's quite a picky eater. When I hang out with him, he always chooses the best food, completely oblivious to the concept of money. Saving is a phrase that doesn't exist in his dictionary!"
