"No, I should be the one apologizing!" Zerra hurriedly crouched down to help the man stand up.
He almost stumbled again. His hands reached up to fix the glasses that almost fell off his nose. After he stood up, he sheepishly turned to Zerra. He said guiltily, "It was my fault, Miss. I didn't see where I was going."
She shook her head, pointing at the broken pot on the ground. "I will pay for the damage."
If this man was just another worker paid by the Research Institute to take care of the plants, he might suffer.
"Oh, that plant?" He turned to the broken pot and waved his hand. "It's actually fine. I have a few more such plants."
She blinked. Oh, if her fox ears hadn't misheard, he said the plant was actually his? Despite its lush appearance, the plant was actually weird-looking.
Each of the leaves seemed to have small, sharp needles. They were long and linear with a narrow shape.
"This is yours…?" She asked in a deliberate tone.
