Arc 3 (1). The florists are bitches.

Zhao Fang opened his eyes and the first thing he sees is a wooden ceiling.

His brows furrowed before he sat up and started to observe his surroundings.

The place was full of different types of flowers, pots and soil bags.

Zhao Fang tilted his head before noticing a counter.

Getting up, He walked towards it and started to observe everything closely.

It looks like he's in a flower shop...

"Odin" He called out and waited for the little ghost to appear.

[Yes!] Odin shouted as he saluted in front of Zhao Fang.

"Where's... you know who" Zhao Fang said as he scratched his cheek with an embarrassed gaze.

[The other host is in the backroom]

"Got it" Zhao Fang muttered before walking towards the backroom.

"Fucker Li?" Zhao Fang poked his head in and snorted when he saw Li Huan.

Li Huan was rubbing his aching forehead as a broken pot filled with soil was lying beside him.

"Don't you dare laugh!" Li Huan gritted his teeth before getting up, huffing.