Reversal

"Those spices belong to my professor, not you. Why should I compensate you?" Mo Ying shook off her hand with great difficulty and glared at her with a red face, but her anger was obviously much lower than when she had first arrived.

This realization made her bite her lower lip in grievance.

Ever since she was admitted into the university's Fragrance and Perfumes Department, she had always been the subject of flattery from her teachers and classmates. No one had denied her position in this major.

Whether it was in terms of professional results, perfume-making level, or appearance, she was one of the best in her profession.

If it was not for her grandmother's sudden death during the competition, and she had to rush home, He Miao would not have had the chance to make a name for herself, and she would not have been able to enter the laboratory that belonged to the senior students.