The ginseng was plucked a few days ago and was no longer as fresh as before, but one could still see its shape and observe the ginseng itself.
However, this was not the point. Professor Ye's main grievance was that she stored such a rare and precious herb so casually in a dusty black bag!
Where was the box? At the very least, she should have packed it up in a beautiful gift bag!
She used such a lousy bag to store it. Did she think that it was like wildflowers and weeds that could be seen everywhere on the roadside? She took such priceless ginseng for granted!
Ye Qiliang clutched his aching heart and swayed. He was heartbroken. He wanted nothing more than to dive into the screen and seize the ginseng. He would personally customize a luxurious gift box to pack it carefully and proclaim it a family heirloom.