"The lawful wife's funeral is tomorrow, yet the scumbag parades with a companion through the exhibition at night, a complete moral bankruptcy, utterly conscienceless."
What a headline.
He Dongzhou commented, "This journalist has some guts."
The public were all cursing the scumbag, few discussed the perfume exhibition.
"I asked him to publish it." Xie Shang used a dropper to extract a tiny amount of liquid, dropping it onto the blotter and gently waved it to sniff the fragrance.
"Did Zheng Lvhua offend you?" He knew that Xie Shang held grudges.
"Hmm."
The scent of ebony was too strong, not what he wanted.
Xie Shang picked up a pen and revised the formula on the paper.
He Dongzhou, wearing a white lab coat and yawning, gossiped on the side, "Haven't you made up with Miss Wen yet?"