Tong Mo had unintentionally noticed how diligently she worked, and immediately felt satisfied, curling her lips into a smile.
Viscount Li Zijue certainly knew how to pick people.
In her moment of distraction, she heard the assistant frown and say, "Why does this clothing smell of fragrance?"
"Is there a problem?" Upon hearing this, Tong Mo immediately put down the hairdryer in her hand and walked towards her.
"Not a problem, just unusually fragrant; probably a scented sachet was used."
"Let me see." Tong Mo stepped forward, took the clothing from her hand, and sniffed it at her nose.
As soon she smelled it, she immediately covered her nose and threw the clothing on the floor, her brow furrowing tightly.
Seeing such a severe reaction from her, the assistant couldn't help asking, "Miss Tong, what's wrong?"
"This clothing is covered in pollen!" Tong Mo said, stepping back.
