"It's for Qin Jingzhi," Ren Chuqing said, with no intention of hiding anything.
Wen Muqing's eyebrows lifted slightly, and the color of his eyes deepened, "Why make a sachet for him, or do you still want to reconcile with him?"
Ren Chuqing set down the sachet she was sewing and looked at Wen Muqing, "I've long since abandoned that idea. The only reason I'm making him a sachet is that he wants to buy one of my fragrance formulas for money, and this sachet counts as a sample."
"A sample?" He picked up the half-finished sachet, "If it's just a sample, why does Sister need to make it herself? You could have just had someone from the company make it."
"This is considered my personal income, and it's not going through the company's books, so how could I have the face to ask someone else to do it? Plus, I make these things quite quickly, it won't take much time," Ren Chuqing explained.
"Is Sister short of money?" Wen Muqing suddenly asked.
