Fu Yisheng got home and immediately saw her eagerly walking up to him.
"It smells amazing, fresh out of the oven. The taste will definitely impress you." Fu Yisheng gave her a light kiss before asking someone to serve the food. At the same time, he wrapped his arm around her and headed to the dining table, but Lu Qingqing suddenly stopped in her tracks.
She sniffed and scrutinized Fu Yisheng with her large, clear eyes.
Like an X-ray, leaving no place to hide.
"What's wrong?" Fu Yisheng looked down at his outfit—nothing seemed out of the ordinary!
"The smell... you have perfume on you!" Ever since she got pregnant, Lu Qingqing had stopped wearing perfume, and the staff around her had also changed their habits. As a result, her sense of smell had become much sharper.
Fu Yisheng raised his arm to sniff, but he couldn't detect anything. "Perfume? How's that possible?"
"It's definitely there! I smelled it! Chanel's 'Chance'!"
