He Xun held his wife's hand tightly and comforted her. However, after walking for a while, Chen Wei'er gently sniffed the smell in the room.
"What is this smell? It smells so good."
Chen Wei'er also took a deep breath. The air was filled with a faint fragrance. If one did not carefully whiff it, nobody would not be able to notice it. However, Chen Wei'er found the smell a little familiar.
"I feel like I have smelled this scent somewhere before."
When He Xun heard his wife's words, he frowned.
"Let's ask someone first."
He Xun remembered that his wife's dream had something to do with incense. Although it was a little far-fetched, he still refused to let go of any information.
Ma Qiang was checking the camera when he saw He Xun and Chen Wei'er coming over.
"Who is in charge of the fragrance in the mansion?" He Xun lowered his voice.
