These were no ordinary ornamental roses. These were medicinal roses.
As a doctor who studied herbs all day, Gu Qiqi could smell it immediately.
She raised her eyebrows in confusion. "Your aunt and uncle like medicinal plants very much?"
In this simple courtyard, other than the pink roses that were in full bloom, there were also many low-key and inconspicuous medicinal herbs that quietly grew everywhere in the courtyard.
They were quite special.
Unexpectedly, Beigong Mingtian looked at her strangely. "I don't have an aunt. You must remember not to ask questions about Uncle's relationships later. He… wandered outside all those years. Perhaps he was hurt by love and never married or had children in his life. He was pure-hearted and lonely."
Gu Qiqi unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Why were all the members of the Beigong family so strange?
