"This slipper orchid is well taken care of," Master Song's attention was attracted by the flower that Li Xiangling gave him.
"I raised it myself. It's not worthy of Uncle Song's praise," Li Xiangling replied humbly.
She had kept it for a few years. She left it with a friend who knew how to take care of it back in Beijing. Yesterday, she went out of her way to take it back.
Yun Xiangxiang felt a twinge of pain as she looked at the pot of orchids. Slipper orchids may not be as valuable as ghost orchids, but it is still a rare species.
Li Xiangling was worried that Yun Xiangxiang was feigning perfections. After all, there was a great gap between her background and Song Mian's background.
She was concerned that Yun Xiangxiang ignored the Song Family's harshness toward her because of how great Song Mian was. That was why she needed to see it for herself.
