Mo Nanze finally took a taxi home.
As soon as he entered, Lu Yinfeng clung to his body and tiptoed to kiss him.
After a brief moment of passion, Lu Yinfeng smelled a faint scent on him.
It wasn't his own scent, but… the perfume of a woman.
Her brow furrowed, and she felt a bit downcast.
How could Mo Nanze not notice?
He ruffled Lu Yinfeng's hair and pinched her waist, softly saying, "Mrs. Mo, you were the one who sent me off to work, and now you're jealous?"
"No!" Lu Yinfeng turned away and walked off, obstinately denying it.
In the workplace, there are men and women.
Young and beautiful, mature and charming… all sorts of people.
Moreover, Mo Nanze's company was a film and television company, with many contracted artists.
Lu Yinfeng had mentally prepared herself early on and silently vowed not to make a fuss over nothing.
But when she really smelled the unfamiliar fragrance on Mo Nanze's body, she couldn't help feeling bothered.