"Achoo—"
Her nose felt ticklish.
Song Yan sneezed, and a dark-colored suit jacket landed on her shoulders.
"Miss Song, the air conditioning here is set quite low, don't catch a cold," a gentle and considerate male voice said beside her.
Song Yan glanced downward, expressionless, pulled the jacket off her shoulders, and stuffed it back into Yan Ao's hands.
Her lips parted coldly as she said, "Thanks, but my sneezing is just because I smelled a stinging scent, not because it's cold."
Yan Ao felt a bit awkward, and after Song Yan left, he lifted his arm and carefully sniffed his own scent.
He had always used the most classic eau de cologne, was that smell really unpleasant?
Suddenly, someone gave him a hard slap on the back. Yan Ao, who was staring blankly at Song Yan's retreating figure, was startled by this unexpected slap and nearly went down on the spot.
"Young Master Yan, what are you doing?"
The person was none other than Yan Ao's close friend, Lin Dong.
