Zhao Qianshan was startled. She had no idea how to make a scented sachet, but since Qin Jingzhi said so, she naturally could not refuse. Thus, with a forced smile, she said, "Of course, there's no problem at all, but after all these years, I've almost forgotten some of the details of these sachets. How about you give me this one, and I'll make one exactly the same for you?"
After pondering for a moment, Qin Jingzhi handed the scented sachet to Zhao Qianshan.
However, the moment Zhao Qianshan took the scented sachet, Qin Jingzhi felt a sense of loss, as if he had let something slip away.
"Did you come in for something?" Qin Jingzhi asked.
Zhao Qianshan casually said, "I heard that you rushed out of the company with Manager Ren again today. Has something happened?"
Qin Jingzhi's gaze was tinged with a hint of chilliness as he looked at Zhao Qianshan, "Some things are not meant for you to ask. You just need to do your job as a secretary."
