The leaf veins of the Financial City are secretly fighting. When plants can speak, the rules of the Financial City are rewritten by her.
Lin Yue grasped the seed blind box tightly and smashed the glass curtain wall of Lu Group. The moment her palm touched the thousand-year-old wood, she understood the amusement park obsession hidden behind the cufflinks of the Bingshan CEO.
Under the incandescent light, the angry vines she spawned crushed the shareholders' conspiracy, but the healing succulents blossomed into a sea of stars in his private greenhouse.
Lu Zhenhua defines plant sensors as viruses, but little does he know that this game has long been entangled with the prophetic roots of dandelions - what Cinderella wants to tear into pieces is never the glass slipper, but the heartbeat monitor of the entire steel forest.
