Su Qing leaned against the wall in the factory next door and held her breath. Her heart was in a mess. Lin Weiguo's familiar voice echoed in her ears, along with the words, "Go to sister-in-law's studio."
After a long time, Su Qing leaned against the wall weakly and slowly slid to the ground.
From the moment she smelled that familiar scent in the corridor, she felt it strange.
That scent was too familiar. She had not come into contact with many men; only one was so particular about perfume.
Lin Weiguo.
This discovery shocked her to the point of disbelief.
Lin Weiguo worked in a plastic factory. Why would his brother-in-law's factory smell like him?
Although the scent was faint, she was sure her nose would not be mistaken.
With curiosity and doubt, she did not go far after leaving the factory. She stood at the door and waited. She wanted to confirm with her own eyes if she had smelled wrong.
