In the afternoon, Wang Dadong arrived at the Xueyun Group with the perfume he had blended.
Although he couldn't remember one scent, he had done his best. If Qin Xue still couldn't forgive him, there was nothing more he could do.
"Finding twenty out of a thousand is already an impossible task, and Xiao Xue, your perfume actually only has nineteen, right?" In Qin Xue's office, Mu Ming languidly sat on the desk, swinging her slender legs with a hint of satisfaction on her face.
This puzzle was almost unsolvable from the start. With misinformation given by Qin Xue, it was even more impossible to complete.
It meant that Qin Xue never intended for Wang Dadong to accomplish this task in the first place.
Qin Xue sat on the president's sofa, twirling a pen in her hand and playing with her hair, her face showing no emotion at all.
This feeling, which shouldn't have appeared in the first place, should have ended long ago.
