With his keen sense of smell, Zhang Ziwen started to feel his heartbeat accelerating the moment he detected this intoxicating feminine scent. This was not a good sign—it was a scent too familiar. Although there were some female employees in the company using the same brand of perfume, Zhang Ziwen already sensed danger approaching. The fragrance had shifted from behind him to his side, and the subtle scent seemed to be getting a bit stronger...
A person was now standing side by side with him, having moved up from behind. No one but a woman could emit such a wonderful fragrance. Zhang Ziwen quickly glanced at the woman through the corner of his eye—it was Mu Qing, the very person he least wished to meet. He subconsciously turned his face away, scratching his cheek with his hand, barely covering half of his face. His heart was pounding uncontrollably, he was feeling restless. This goddamn elevator, it's just a few floors, why hasn't it reached the 25th floor yet?
