When he woke up in the morning, Huang Ping still felt somewhat hazy.
He felt he had had a wonderful dream, with landscapes that were enchanting and blurred, filled with an indescribable mood that left one indulging in their beauty.
Arriving at the company in a daze, he found that the receptionist, Xu Qingling, was also somewhat hazy, as was Xiao Douzi beside him, and Wang Xiaoying opposite him.
Fortunately, this haze did not last long, and they soon felt clear-headed and invigorated, their work efficiency further improved.
Observing the reactions of his colleagues, Fang Cheng felt good.
His Botanic Garden contained the charm of the Dao, and even Little Heavenly Way Tian Xuan was captivated by it, not to mention ordinary people.
However, he had restrained it somewhat; otherwise, just seeing the Botanic Garden would have caused people to neglect sleep and food, staying immersed for days before managing to pull themselves out.
