Hearing Murong Fei's question and seeing her curious gaze toward him, Qin Tian's old face twitched, greatly embarrassed.
Damn, the scent of Lu Qing's perfume?
But no, I wasn't with Lu Qing tonight, was I?
Even if I was with her in the first half of the evening, after having supper and drinks at a street stall, it's not possible that the perfume scent would still linger, right?
Qin Tian was somewhat puzzled, shrugged his nose, and smelled his own scent, which still seemed quite perfumed.
The scent of Lu Qing's perfume was slightly familiar to Qin Tian, but the fragrance today surely wasn't Lu Qing's?
Whose could it be?
In his mind, an image flashed before his eyes—Detective Meng Yao, grabbing his arm and handcuffing him to the wall.
Although that image wasn't very pleasant to recall, it was during this time that Qin Tian had close contact with Meng Yao.
Yeah, that crazy woman's scent, it was this one.
Damn, it's hers...
Qin Tian felt like crying without tears.
