C893 Misty Grass

Fukuda Hiko hesitated slightly, "He seems to like a potted plant."

"Potted plant?" Yang Bo's heart skipped a beat, "Which pot?"

Fukuda Hiko walked to the balcony and pointed to an inconspicuous pot, "This is it."

Yang Bo walked over. The pot was planted with an inconspicuous little grass that was no more than 20 centimeters tall. However, if one looked carefully