"The vase, I'm asking you to look at the flowers inside the vase!"
Yu Tingwan was furious.
The man beside her looked serious, took a few steps forward, and his jade-like fingertips brushed over the long-necked, slope-shouldered vase made of porcelain, touching one of the delicate crabapple blossoms, giving it a casual flick.
Each flower would be beautiful on its own.
But the color combination wasn't good, and there were too many.
There was no need to guess whose handiwork it was.
After all, he had seen the vase in his mother's room.
Wei Zhao looked calm and lowered his eyes: "Flowers arranged in this style are quite novel, I'd like to order ten thousand of them."
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Wei Zhao: "I find it intriguing."
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Wei Zhao: "The price is negotiable."
Yu Tingwan straightened her back instantly.
"What for?"
Yu Tingwan's lips curled up: "Husband, do you want to decorate the whole courtyard with them?"
