Trouble

Little Ah Yu went back to look for Grandma and hugged her arms full of flowers.

When Old Madam Wang saw this, her eyebrows twitched.

"Ah Yu, you can't pick other people's flowers."

"Ah Yu didn't pick the flowers." Little Ah Yu shook her head. "It was given to me by Little Brother. Little Brother likes me very much! I like Little Brother too!"

Zhang Zhan saw the flowers in Little Ah Yu's arms from afar. He did not care much at first, but when he saw the color clearly, he gasped.

Wasn't that the purple peonies that the butler had specially bought?

It had only been planted yesterday.

There were only a few flowers in total. How many were there here?