"What?" Feng Xuexin stared at Fang Qiu and said, "what you prepared for your nephew is just a blade of grass on the hill?"

"Don't you think that this clover is special?" Fang Qiu said with a smile.

"It's special. It's a clover with only two leaves," Feng Xuexin said as he curled his lips, "a clover changes to purple color from green color. Hasn't this blade of grass mutated into poisonous grass?"

"That's not what I meant," Fang Qiu shook his head and ...