(Happy Monday, finishing a long article is quite satisfying. As one girl finishes with the socialite pit, she starts digging a new one, dear readers, jump in boldly. Learning from this story, I'll create a more lovable female protagonist in the new story, likely to be published in September, just as the socialite saga approaches its end. The upcoming week is full of business trips, so calling out early for fresh votes and comments.)
This scent, amidst a multitude of chaotic smells, stood distinctively on its own--it was the smell of alcohol.
Su Ziceng had casually gotten some on her when handling the flask, and even though she washed it off afterwards, the smell remained starkly evident. To use Boss Han's words, it was on par with the scent of diesel.
Su Ziceng didn't take it to heart, after returning home she took a bath and then went to sleep. The next day when she woke up, she felt that something was amiss.
