Give Them a Lesson

She had thought that Xue Meng would use sweet-type perfume, as far as she knew, this was Xue Meng's most proficient perfume.

Xue Meng smiled bashfully, and said with some apprehension: "Yes, because the Rose Garden that I understand is sad, I want to use the cold fragrance."

She didn't know if her thoughts were right or not. She had only chosen based on her senses.

Yi Xia saw Yi Xia's understanding. It was her love for her in despair.

"Very good. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me." Yi Xia smiled and returned the notebook to her.

Xue Meng's idea was very novel. If her perfume was good enough, she might be able to reach the end.

"I see." Receiving the praise, Xue Meng's eyes revealed a hint of joy.

Seeing that Xue Meng had received praise, the rest of them impatiently handed over their notebooks.