The two seemed to have nothing left to say to each other.
Yang Yi, holding the bottle of perfume, scrutinized it for a long while before suddenly asking, "Can you tell me the principle behind this perfume?"
Ferguson glanced at Yang Yi, then said with an understanding tone, "I'm not very clear on the principle, but I know this perfume is certainly not ordinary; it makes use of genetic technology, yes, genetic technology."
"Genetic technology? For making perfume... to seduce women?"