Mr. Bai's room had gathered dust due to several days without cleaning, and to make matters worse, someone had ransacked and damaged the place.
Most of the potted plants had been moved, with shattered pots scattered all around, and uprooted plants strewn carelessly.
Zhuo Feng had always praised the artificial greenhouse used for off-season fruit and vegetable cultivation. The plastic film was all torn off, and not a single Hami melon was left, the vines withering away.
Both Zhuo Feng and his spouse lamented the sight, blaming their negligence for only caring about people and forgetting about all the plants in the house. How Mr. Bai would react to this scene if he saw it, Zhuo Feng really couldn't imagine.
Two-thirds of the houseplants had been removed, and most of those remaining were damaged, discarded like trash just as Bai Ju had been.
