Huo Jincheng finally understood what she meant and couldn't help but laugh, pinching her nose. "They're not wrong."
"On the surface, that's what they say. In private, they must be saying you've lost your senses over love!" Lu Xingzhi didn't mind what others said; she was justified to be envied.
"That's right," Huo Jincheng smirked. It was exactly losing his senses over love.
"Third Master, I raise a toast to you. I'm..." A woman sashayed over but was interrupted by Huo Jincheng before she could introduce herself.
"Sorry, I'm allergic to perfume." With that, Huo Jincheng took Lu Xingzhi's hand and walked away.
The woman watched their departing figures indignantly, thinking to herself, how could Huo Jincheng not even react to such a beauty like her?
The little girl beside him couldn't possibly have her charm, could she?
"Uncle, are you allergic to perfume?" Lu Xingzhi sniffed her shoulder. "I sprayed perfume today, too. Didn't you notice?"
