"What, is Miss Huo also interested in perfumes?"
Hearing Huo Sining ask this, a disdainful look appeared on Yao Xinzhu's face.
Huo Sining shook her head: "Not really, I just heard that there was a big fire at Jinshan, and many fragrance companies are now in a crisis over balsam raw materials. Your company didn't encounter such a problem, right?"
Although Huo Sining's words seemed to be filled with concern, the mocking tone in her eyes couldn't be hidden.
Upon hearing this, Yao Xinzhu's expression changed dramatically. Subconsciously, she looked at Mrs. Gu, afraid of arousing the Old Granny's suspicion. Her eyes flickered with guilt as she spoke unnaturally:
"Miss Huo is certainly well-informed about our industry. But Miss Huo, you can rest assured, we at Samra are an internationally top-tier brand, and we've prepared thoroughly in terms of supply. Even though Jinshan caught fire, we would never allow the company to fall into such a crisis."
