Xie Yuchen carefully added soil around the flower. Seeing that Black Glasses was holding it crookedly as he spoke, he slapped the back of Black Glasses' hand and said, "Hold it straight properly." He didn't care about the angry glare Black Glasses shot him, and as soon as the flower was steadied, he went back to meticulously patting down the soil.
He had originally intended to hire someone to take care of it, but Black Glasses had insisted that they could handle such a small task themselves. That was why they had arranged for soil to be delivered, chosen a new pot, and transplanted all the oversized and ill-fitting flowers. They had also selected matching stones and moss, and now they were both covered from head to toe in dirt.
One only had to look at Zhang Qiling, who was smudged with black dirt—he had never looked half this disheveled, even while tomb raiding.
Chapter 855