Believe Me, Please

Han Wenhao was stunned.

Heavens!

A dog's nose isn't so sensitive...

Coughing lightly, Han Wenhao lied and explained, "Just now…The waiter came in to serve the wine…Maybe she's wearing perfume. Should I ask the manager to change the air?"

Gong Mingye nodded lightly.

In the private room, Yuan Shuang suddenly heaved a sigh of relief. 

Fortunately, the perfume she used yesterday and today was not the same.

"Where's Wen Nanxian?"

"I'll call and ask."

As he spoke, Han Wenhao dialed Wen Nanxian's number.

"I just got off the plane. There was a car accident on the way, and it was so congested that I couldn't walk. It'll probably take another hour. You guys go have some fun first, I'll be there soon."

Han Wenhao rolled his eyes. "Dropping the ball at a critical moment."

Gong Mingye frowned but didn't say anything.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated.

Han Wenhao lowered his head and glanced at his phone.