"Sure." Chen Fan rose from his chair and walked over to the crowd.
An Ya hurried to make room for Chen Fan to sit beside her. Chen Ning furrowed her brows and moved away from Chen Fan's spot slightly. Chen An had noticed her slight movement, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his face before it disappeared completely.
Chen Fan slid into the spot on the bench. His body pressed against An Ya, and he noticed a faint smell of perfume.
"I thought Sister An never liked to use scented products." Chen Fan recalled. "She said she would get sick of even the most expensive perfume since they were all made out of chemicals."
"Maybe I should refine a bottle of cultivation perfume for her using natural ingredients. She will love the refreshing and natural fragrance."
