It's utterly wasteful to the point of being out of sight of the sun and moon.
Now, it can only be handed over to Dongfang Sansan for a decision. Because, in Dongfang Sansan's hands, nothing is useless.
So for now, Fang Che has temporarily taken out thirty flowers. If they are useful, he'll take more, and if they are useless, he'll just crumple them and throw them away, saving Ninth lord the trouble: keeping them is a hazard, but not keeping them is a waste.
"This is way too much."
Xue Fuxiao exclaimed, "Giving these to Sansan, I bet Sansan will have a headache for months."
"If Ninth lord needs them, I still have some on my side."
Fang Che laughed.
"We'll see then," Xue Fuxiao said with a bitter smile, "This stuff, the allure for us men is small, but for women, these thirty flowers can drive millions into madness in this world, believe it or not?"
"I believe!"
Fang Che truly believed.
