Chapter 802. You're Not Far off From Amnesia
The elevator door opened when it reached their level, and the lady stepped out. Ming Ansheng moved near Yan Rusheng and made fun of him in a hushed voice. “What spell did Wen Xuxu put on you that you’re so fearful of other women coming near you?”
‘So fearful?’ Young Master Yan looked at Young Master Ming with furrowed eyebrows. “I hate foul smelling perfume, don’t you know?”
Before Ming Ansheng could respond, the woman’s voice sounded from the front, and she seemed annoyed. “Handsome chap, I’m using a limited edition perfume from Guerlain. You—you don’t know how to appreciate.”
There was a hint of inviolable arrogance in her voice.
The corner of Ming Ansheng’s lips involuntarily twitched. He then looked at Yan Rusheng’s handsome face, stifling a grin.
This could be the first time that Young Master Yan was being snubbed by a woman he didn’t know.
Besides Wen Xuxu, she was the only woman who dared to say that Young Master Yan was an unappreciative man.
Yan Rusheng twisted his thick eyebrows and glared at the woman. A trace of hatred flashed across his eyes.
Even though it was fleeting, the woman noticed it. Fearing nothing, she raised her chin and rebutted, “What are you looking at? If Guerlain is a foul-smelling perfume, then what’s not foul smelling?”