One hundred saplings, divided among four people, with twenty-five saplings per person.
On the iPad, the habits of each sapling took up about one or two pages.
The four parents stood, or leaned against the glass.
Others, like Fang Miaomiao, after gaining consent, found some discarded newspapers and sat on the ground.
[I said Fang Miaomiao just likes to mark her unconventionality. Everyone else is standing, being careful not to touch or step on the saplings. Fang Miaomiao, on the other hand, directly and carelessly, with crude movements, sits on the ground. Doesn't she know the ground is dirty? And a wealthy young lady from a prominent family for over twenty years, tsk, no manners at all.]
[She got Cede's consent before finding newspapers to use as a mat to sit on the ground. I don't understand, how is dirt dirty? Did you grow up out of thin air? Do you not eat? If you're so disgusted by the earth, then don't eat things that grow from the ground. Are you a dropout from the nine-year compulsory education system, or did you forget to bring your brain when you were born? You couldn't say such things without ten years of cerebral thrombosis.]
[Hahaha, the one upstairs is my mouthpiece. I also think the person upstairs is an idiot. Anyone with a bit more education wouldn't say such things.]
[Tsk, you are f
"I'm fine," Fang Miaomiao shook her head. "It's just my back getting tired, so I thought I'd stand up and walk around, and also go see the little ones."
"Missing your son?"
"Can't help it. My son is too well-behaved, I can't help but miss him."
"Hahaha, Miaomiao, you're really shameless."
Fang Miaomiao immediately ran towards other glass doors.
Seeing the children obediently following Cede and recognizing plants, she let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.