The smell of laundry detergent?
Yi Qiyun squinted slightly, he still hadn't smelled what laundry detergent actually smelled like.
However, this kind of smell, most people should be able to distinguish.
He could only detect smells that others couldn't.
That meant... this wasn't the smell of laundry detergent at all.
He strode forward, grabbed Rong Shengsheng's wrist, and yanked her towards him, sniffing carefully at her neck.
This action startled Rong Shengsheng for a moment, but then she remembered she was disguised as a man, which was why Yi Qiyun did that; otherwise, it would have been inappropriate for men and women to have such contact.
"Mr. Yi, you... what did you smell?"
Yi Qiyun furrowed his brows thoughtfully as he looked at Rong Shengsheng and then shook his head, "Nothing."
Rong Shengsheng felt odd but didn't inquire further, "Then, I will be leaving first."
