In the meeting room.
The beautiful devil's ivy and spider plant showed off their leaves, the plain devil's ivy and spider plant grew separately in respect to each other, while the ugly devil's ivy and spider plant grew in their own place, never touching each other.
Zuo Cidian, who was forty-two years old, gazed at the various types of flowers, and he could not help but sigh happily.
"Why? Don't you like the meeting room?" Huo Congjun entered the room from the back, and he heard the sigh of admiration from Zuo Cidian.
"No, why wouldn't I not like it? I just find it very comfy." Zuo Cidian immediately got up and turned around while he watched Huo Congjun sit across him. Then, he smiled and said, "Just now, I made a comparison between the operating theater in the town hospital and this meeting room. That place isn't even cleaner than this room. And look at the flowers; if you told me the countrymen are very good at growing plants, their flowers still wouldn't be as good as ours."
