That day, Qu Tong came out from school and bumped into someone.
"The Prince's Consort, I hope you don't mind the intrusion, but I have a business proposition I'd like to discuss with you." Lin Mo bowed, his posture formal.
"For matters of cooperation, you can just find my brother or my manager," Qu Tong replied indifferently after a brief glance.
"This business requires a personal conversation with the Prince's Consort," Lin Mo said as his assistant brought over a flowerpot and he spoke again, "I hope the Prince's Consort can spare the time it takes to drink a cup of coffee. Whether it's successful or not, consider this a gift."
Qu Tong looked at the tree sapling in the flowerpot, which was about as tall as a person and recently pruned. From the few remaining leaves, she recognized it as the cherry tree she had always wanted but never had the chance to study in the agricultural college.
