Mrs. Gong carefully examined the two pots of flowers and conservatively said, "If these two pots were auctioned off, they'd be worth at least ten million."
Gong Xiaoyu's jaw nearly dropped, "At least... ten million? At least?"
There were plenty of such flowers in the flower room of the Yue family. Auntie even said she had no place to put them and casually picked two pots for her!
Gong Xiaoyu almost couldn't stand steady. She held onto her mom, "I didn't know they would be so expensive, what should we do?"
Gong Tianfan asked, "That's not just an ordinary customer, right? Who exactly sent them?"
Both parents looked at her seriously, "Xiao Yu, tell us honestly."
Gong Xiaoyu was on the verge of tears. If she had known, she would have moved the flowers to the apartment first. She was afraid she couldn't take care of them and that they would die, so she asked Uncle Fan to bring them home.
