Wu Zhiming, honest like a little daughter-in-law: "I don't know."
Qin Xin didn't plan to get an answer from him. Instead, she directly pulled the tulip out of the flowerpot and threw it into the trash bag, sealing it shut.
Then she planted the mint seedlings she brought with her.
Wu Zhiming watched in astonishment, as if he were a dumbfounded dog.
The way Qin Xin pulled out the tulip was like twisting his head off, leaving his neck feeling chilly.
Seeing that Wu Zhiming was too scared to speak, Qin Xin glanced at him lightly: "This kind of tulip has a narcotic effect on the nerves, and it will make your mental illness worse."
She tossed the mini drone and a basket of animal crackers to Wu Zhiming: "Fix them again. Once fixed, I'll bring you more cookies next time."
Wu Zhiming glanced at the cookies then at the drone, drooling as he nodded vigorously: "Mm, mm, mm!"
While they were talking, there came anxious calls from outside the yard:
"Little Miss!"
"Lan?!"
