Song Zhiwei smiled shyly, and instead of drawing hatred, she obediently picked up a glass of water and drank it in small sips.

Xu Haoqing was so curious that he had no idea what kind of magic power Song Zhiwei had that could raise several pots of half-dead orchids to such an extent.

He loved flowers and plants, and he couldn't help but feel itchy when he saw the beautiful flowers. He couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Song, do you sell your orchids?"

"Sell." Song Zhiwei ...