After lunch, Gu Ran still went to Yan Hanxiang's office.
"Mrs. Xiang, was yesterday's perfume useful? Did I dream about the owner of the perfume?" Gu Ran asked.
"Who did you dream about?" Yan Hanxiang feigned ignorance.
Gu Ran parted his lips, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed to say it directly, so he tactfully said, "I dreamed about He Qingyan's mother."
"Damn it!" Yan Hanxiang exclaimed, both embarrassed and angry, "Don't ever bring up Qingyan again in such situations!"
"I regret saying it as soon as I finished," Gu Ran said, his awkwardness coupled with her reaction made him involuntarily smile knowingly.
"Just because one bottle worked doesn't prove anything; take another bottle today, come back in two days for two more. If one of the attempts is successful, then it somewhat proves its effectiveness."
"Still, without knowing who the owner of the perfume is?"
"That's natural," Yan Hanxiang nodded, "Choose for yourself."
