"Do you like wisteria?"
"Yeah, they're quite beautiful when they bloom."
"Then let's plant a few. I'll have someone tell the gardener when we go downstairs."
Scarlett Yates was taken aback for a moment.
She had just mentioned it casually, but he really intended to have them planted?
"Um... I was just saying it offhand, there's really no need to have someone plant the Purple Vine Tree."
Matthew Saxon said nonchalantly, "There's plenty of open space in the garden. Whatever you like, you can have them plant it. Scarlett, you'll be the mistress here in the future. This is your home; design it however you like."
Not just a few Purple Vine Trees, even hundreds or thousands of them—if she truly liked them, why not?
Upon hearing this, Scarlett Yates suddenly became intrigued, her dark eyes brightened, and she smiled: "I can handle the empty spaces in the garden?"
