The woman sitting on Zhou Heng's left in the judging panel was obviously taken aback. Having been a judge for so many perfume-making competitions, this was the first time she had been asked a question.
Curious, she sat up straight and smiled politely at He Miao. "There's a very unique fragrance that I like very much. I believe the two judges beside me feel the same, but it's definitely not made by you. According to the marks, it should be made by this student Zhou Nan."
Zhou Heng smacked the table guiltily and said, "Miss, I hope you won't be unreasonable. As a student who hasn't graduated yet, you should humbly accept that there are many people in this world who are better than you!"
