"Get out!"
Zijun pointed towards the door, wondering how after a single trip outside, he had returned slick and sly. Could it be that he was influenced by some other woman!
"Alright then!"
Su Sheng got up and left, and it wasn't just for show.
This suddenly made Zijun anxious; she put down her spoon and chased after him, but the man walked very fast. By the time she reached the door, she realized that Su Sheng had only gone to check on his plants.
"He's just a lying ghost, right?"
Zijun muttered under her breath. Zheng Mei, who had followed her out, heard it but made no comment. The boss could never be subdued in this lifetime; a temporary compromise meant nothing, as a leopard can't change its spots.
"Why hasn't it sprouted yet?"
Su Sheng was astonished. He had fed the Heavenly Spirit Tree with delicate nourishment; there should have been some response by now. Otherwise, hadn't his seven Spirit Marrows, worth several billion, just gone to waste?
