Chen Jingbo sent the driver into the disciplinary team, and walked towards the plastic greenhouse himself.
He reached the side of the greenhouse and saw a door, a delicate little door with a lock that wasn't locked.
Chen Jingbo opened the door and walked in.
As soon as he entered, he saw the scene inside.
Cucumbers, tomatoes, strawberries, along with chives, cilantro, and baby bok choy—each area was neat and orderly, practically textbook-level tidy.
Taking a further look inside, there was a white figure with her head down, busy with something.
Chen Jingbo stood there, his gaze fixed on the figure, observing.
That woman, the one who had once brought him a sense of reckless excitement yet seemed to have some principles.
He unconsciously smiled a little, perhaps not even realizing himself that he could show such emotions.
