When Sheng Hong arrived at the Champs-Élysées, Liang Mother's face was as gentle and soft as always, while Liang Rou had a charming and cute look. Sheng Hong had no idea what the two were discussing behind his back.
"Why did you come back so early today?" Liang Mother went to take Sheng Hong's coat with a smile, but she caught a whiff of a strange perfume scent. The scent wasn't strong and had almost dissipated, but Liang Mother's extraordinary sensitivity to fragrances picked it up. If she hadn't become Sheng Hong's mistress back then, she would have returned to be a perfumer right after university graduation.
If Sheng Hong had turned around at that moment, he would have seen the smile on Liang Mother's face freeze slightly, and her hand holding his coat was gradually clenching. The originally neatly ironed suit was now creased, but Sheng Hong, consumed by thoughts of being rejected by Xu Jiahui, couldn't spare a thought for anything else.
