Seeing Mo Weiran shake his head, Liu Yiyi's expression became slightly stiff, and a trace of impatience flashed through the depths of her eyes. Yet, on the surface, she still appeared patient as she continued, "This flower is of great medicinal value, very important to Elder Mo."
Mo Weiran: ?
So?
"You don't have much use for this flower anyway, why not sell it to Elder Mo? In your hands, this flower is just one for admiration, but in Elder Mo's hands, it becomes a life-saving flower," Liu Yiyi tried to guide Mo Weiran step by step into her verbal trap.
Having understood her intention, Mo Weiran coldly snorted in his heart. His expression became nonchalant. "So? You want me to sell this flower to you?"
Seeing Mo Weiran shift from a simple appearance to a careless demeanor, Liu Yiyi frowned almost imperceptibly, but she still maintained her smile, "I've said so much, naturally, I hope you will sell the flower to me. That way, Elder Mo can use it to save many people."
