"Its greatest value lies in remaining in your hands, for you are the one who most looks forward to the rose that can thrive freely under the sunshine," Yang Ni was sincere.
Yun Yuwan didn't even know how to refuse.
Jiang Yingyu played with the antique ring in his hand and spoke up at the right moment:
"Director Yang, although Yuwan still likes roses, she has taken a liking to climbing roses now and seldom grows shrub roses."
Jiang Yingyu glanced at the pot of shrub rose seedlings: "The flowers she liked before are not necessarily still her favorites, and the past does not necessarily still count."
Although Jiang Yingyu was usually easy-going, his facial lines were sharp, and his edge usually wasn't felt because he was always smiling.
But at this moment, the words he spoke carried a clear provocation, and his hostility could not be ignored.
Yun Yuwan was unaware of the undercurrent between the two men, but Yang Ni was keenly aware.
