Lin Ye, a real estate agent, can suddenly understand the language of plants. The old and young Fortune Tree cried out that the septic tank downstairs was going to explode, while the Pothos complained that the couple next door were arguing every day and polluting the air. In order to get a place in a sky-high school district, he signed a contract marriage with the daughter of a wealthy and down-to-earth family. The condition was that this old "apocalyptic" community must be transformed into a green and livable model. When extreme heat swept through the city, the watermelon on his roof flowed with honey, and the vines on the balcony formed ice crystals. The entire building became the only cool oasis and granary in the hot prison of the apocalypse. And the way the contract wife looked at him became increasingly uncomfortable.
