Secretary Jin quietly explained from the side, "Young master is talking about a rose."
"Juice balcony and blue storm are names of rose varieties."
Wu Dazhuang couldn't help but raise his voice, roaring like a lion, "So my son now thinks of himself as a plant?"
Secretary Jin: "It seems so."
At this moment, Wu Xiaogang, who was originally crouching in the shade of a tree, suddenly rushed out, the force hitting Wu Dazhuang in front of him painfully, but fortunately, the quick-witted secretary caught him.
Wu Dazhuang ignored the pain in his body, stabilized himself, and hurriedly chased after him, "Quick, he's running."
Secretary Jin was also startled and prepared to chase.
However, what surprised them was that Wu Xiaogang only ran a short distance before raising his hands high and facing the sky, bathing in the sunlight with a sanctified feeling like a pilgrimage.
Wu Dazhuang, suppressing his distress, asked in utter confusion, "What is he doing now?"
