"Hmmph." She's clearly gloating. "What's that scent, where's it coming from?"
"I think it's from these flowers someone just sent over," Ye Lu suggested right away.
Shang Jingchen frowned and waved his hand dismissively. "Toss them out."
"Alright, alright," Ye Lu nodded vehemently. Then, her eyes surreptitiously scanned the room, filled with baskets of flowers. "What about these flowers, then? It seems like you're allergic to the scent of flowers. Having so many of them in a hospital room can be rather overpowering."
"Toss them all out." He casually signaled.
Ye Lu could barely hide her elation, though she tried not to show it on her face.
"I'll get someone to handle it right away." She hurriedly dashed out to the corridor and dialed a number on her phone, grinning from ear to ear. "Concubine Aoxue, we can make some money!!! I have dozens of baskets of high-grade fresh flowers here. If we sell them, we'd effortlessly make thousands. Hurry, get a small truck!"