Song Jia said politely, "Mr. Jiang, don't say that. You really think too highly of me."
After exchanging pleasantries, Jiang Hai waved his hand. "Alright, I won't disturb you young people who are in love. Go and find Ningning."
Song Jia nodded, bowed slightly, and turned to leave. Jiang Hai looked at Song Jia's back view, and a trace of confusion gradually appeared in his originally calm eyes. Could it be that his senses were wrong?
Song Jia walked into the guest room and saw Lu Zhen choosing perfume.
"What's wrong?" Song Jia walked behind Lu Zhen and wrapped his arms around her waist to hug her.
Lu Zhen explained, "No one has lived in this guest room for a long time. It's facing north, too. I cleaned it, but I still felt that it smelled a little moldy. I wanted to spray some perfume to trick you. Anyway, you won't stay here for a long time. Look at which smell you like."