Alice has always doubted whether Zhang Xiaowei was telling the truth or not.
Now, seeing the flowerpot in his hands, she couldn't help but feel skeptical.
"Mr. Zhang Xiaowei, I truly couldn't tell before, but you've actually managed to grow this pot of flowers. I just wonder, is this flower real or fake? I hope you didn't just randomly pick some roses to pose as them?"
Facing such disdain, Zhang Xiaowei smiled calmly and said, "Miss Alice, what's the point of saying such things? If I had picked some other roses to impersonate Juliet roses, I would still lose to you."
What Zhang Xiaowei said was polite, but in reality, he meant that Alice's previous words were completely nonsense, with no meaning at all.
Alice clearly didn't catch the implication but still wore a face full of disdain.
"Mr. Zhang Xiaowei, so does this mean you're ready? If so, I'll have the media present start filming."
Alice was impatient to defeat Zhang Xiaowei in front of so many people.
