Qin Zhizha responded with an expression teeming with the eagerness of someone who's about to watch something exciting unfold, "A woman, reeking of alcohol."
The moment Qin Zhisu heard that, he immediately thought of Lu Weixi. Perhaps she really was drunk because they had broken up? He immediately asked anxiously, "What else?"
"Drenched in perfume too. It was so overpowering, like she was dousing herself in Chanel No. 5 to ward off mosquitoes, so pungent it could kill. As if she's afraid no one would know what she does for a living, huh?" Qin Zhimei chimed in, her face filled with disdain as though it might just burst through the screen.
"What job?"
"Drinking so much in the middle of the night, and smothered in perfume, what job do you think?" Qin Zhimei curled her lip, "Isn't it because Fang Rushuang and Uncle Fang are visiting us tomorrow? Qin Zhiyou is really something else! Truly something else!"
