"Lu Shuo, if you don't move out within three days, I will bulldoze your shabby greenhouse!" The real estate developer blocked the door with a bulldozer, and the contract was torn into pieces in public and thrown in his face. Lu Shuo smiled and flicked the cigarette ashes, and inadvertently brushed his fingers over the dying rose on the window sill - the next second, the rose bloomed again at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dewdrops condensed on the petals suddenly turned into ice picks, silently nailing the contract fragments to the wall. He walked under the faucet and washed his face. When he turned around, a strange green light flashed deep in his pupils. That night, a strange rumor spread in the city's top business district: There was a strange flower hidden in the small flower room that could bring people back to life. Lu Shuo held his daughter in his arms, who was worried about the flower house closing down, and said softly: "Be good, tomorrow Daddy will let the entire CBD be full of epiphyllums, so that those who want to rob our store will kneel down and beg us not to move."
