The elevator door opened when it reached their level, and the lady stepped out. Ming Ansheng moved near Yan Rusheng and made fun of him in a hushed voice. "What spell did Wen Xuxu put on you that you're so fearful of other women coming near you?"
'So fearful?' Young Master Yan looked at Young Master Ming with furrowed eyebrows. "I hate foul smelling perfume, don't you know?"
Before Ming Ansheng could respond, the woman's voice sounded from the front, and she seemed annoyed. "Handsome chap, I'm using a limited edition perfume from Guerlain. You—you don't know how to appreciate."
There was a hint of inviolable arrogance in her voice.
The corner of Ming Ansheng's lips involuntarily twitched. He then looked at Yan Rusheng's handsome face, stifling a grin.
This could be the first time that Young Master Yan was being snubbed by a woman he didn't know.
