Hearing Mike's explanation, Liang Fei felt a sudden headache coming on, and his face turned the same color as the vine trunks.
Without irrigation equipment, without a water storage pond, how was he supposed to handle the Immortal Lake Water? Was he expected to water each tree individually?
Seeing that Liang Fei had a displeased look, Mike hurriedly asked, "Are you... are you okay? You don't look so good. Are you suffering from jet lag again? Do you want to rest inside the house for a bit?"
"Yeah, I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable, feeling kind of suffocated... Mike, you really played an international joke on me this time!"
"What's wrong? How have I played an international joke on you?" Mike's face was full of helplessness, unable to understand what he had done wrong.