Ten minutes later.
"You guys take a rest first, I'll come pick you up in the evening."
"Okay."
On the eve of the big wedding, Ayman can't always stay here.
After Ayman left.
Tang Qing wandered around the big garden. Although the garden wasn't large, the landscaping was done quite well. There were even vines climbing up the walls, but it looked like they had just been transplanted recently.
They're not quite adapted to this climate, the leaves are slightly discolored.
I'm afraid.
They won't survive long.
Looking to the left, there was a stainless steel kettle. Tang Qing walked over, picked it up, and shook it—it was empty. Since they met, it was fate. Tang Qing filled it with water, and gently swirled it a few times.
A hundred grams of Transcription Fluid dissolved into it.
The water quickly turned green.
Poured it on.
