"Shen Yan! Let me ask you one last time!" Lin Wei put her hands on her hips, her fingertips almost touching the lenses of Shen Yan's gold-rimmed glasses. Her voice was raised an octave due to anger, with a sharp edge that was on the verge of breaking, "That pot of 'emerald treasure' on the balcony Shi', did you water it to death? I told you to water it once a week! The memo is posted on your computer screen!
Shen Yan pushed up his glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses were as calm as if he was analyzing a set of concrete compression data...
