Song Jianjun sat on the chair for a while, but he couldn't stand Zhao Laidi's nonsense, so he stood up with a loud noise and walked towards the breeding room angrily.

Looking at the seedlings grown from the seeds Song Zhiwei brought in the room, and then looking at the other pots, in stark contrast, Song Jianjun was not willing to plant those inferior grain seeds at all.

Zhao Laidi said it easily. She had never experienced the feeling of hitting a wall at every turn. He ...