Yan Qi has only learned one thing in his life: patience.
Endure the pain of the whip, endure the coldness of the cage, endure the looks of everyone looking at you like garbage.
He thought he would rot in a corner and die silently.
Until he met Li Huaijun, a flower grower.
"This flower is a little wilted," the man said, "move it back and take care of it."
Yan Qi wanted to laugh.
He is not a flower. He is a shark slave, a commodity, someone else's property.
No one would really keep a worthless flower.
——
He found out later.
The biggest problem with Li Huaijun is——
Keep your word.
Purpose: I am born with talents that will be useful