"Could it be because of the five hundred tulips that the murder was committed?" the middle-aged male artist asked.
Little Taotie took out a toy pipe, putting on a serious face, "Let's assume it's the same as it is now. He came for the five hundred tulips, but the Gardener was reluctant to part with them and only gave out two hundred."
The middle-aged male artist, "It does seem like something a flower lover would do."
Little Taotie took out his cell phone, silently sending a text message.
Ji Guang received the message and stopped pestering the Gardener, instead graciously letting him go.
The Gardener was somewhat dazed, Ji Guang had actually let him go.
Seeing him standing there stupidly, Ji Guang asked, "Aren't you tired? Why aren't you going back to rest?"
The Gardener hurriedly nodded and rushed out.
He dashed towards the garden.
From a distance, he saw someone picking flowers in the sea of tulips.
