The atmosphere became a bit silent for a moment.
Song Tan's gaze was so focused that Lun Chuan hesitated, then silently handed over his phone again:
"These are all flowers I've grown. The extreme climate in the Imperial City isn't much different from here. You can take a look at which ones you like, and I'll think about how to arrange them later."
Song Tan nodded, just about to open the photos when she heard a car horn outside.
She looked up, and sure enough, it was Old Zhao's big nephew!
She stuffed the phone back into Lun Chuan's hand and then called out to Qiaoqiao:
"Qiaoqiao, time to gather vegetables!"
She also instructed the big nephew: "Today we'll probably visit three places. We'll drive in front to lead the way, just follow us."
Moments later—
Qiaoqiao wore a fluffy hat, wobbling on her bike, while Song Tan, Lun Chuan, Qin Yun, and He Kuang squeezed into a colorful macaron-colored tricycle with constrained postures.
