Gong Zeli didn't seem to share that sentiment. He shook Yan Shaoqing off and looked straight at Qiao Mianmian. "You really don't use any perfume? Then, what about the fragrance on you?"
He so badly wanted to know the answer.
Qiao Mianmian found it a little strange now. She furrowed her brows and said, "I've already answered you."
"Then, why do you have a fragrance?"
Yan Shaoqing said, "Fourth Bro, are you out of your mind? What are you doing?"
Gong Zeli was very stubborn. "You just have to tell me how you got that scent. If it's not perfume, what is it?"
Qiao Mianmian was a little angered now, and she responded coldly, "Mr. Gong, this is very disrespectful."
"I know, but I really need to know the answer. Your answer is very important to me. Miss Qiao, take this as a favor. Please, can you tell me?"
He sounded so polite, Qiao Mianmian could barely believe that it was Gong Zeli speaking to her.
