Bai Meiyue didn't like Fu Wan, but she couldn't just pounce on the woman and start accusing her right away. She knew that she needed to at least pretend to ask what the situation was at the moment before she could start berating Fu Wan.
However, just as she took a step close to Xiao Wu, her gagging reflex started to work, and she immediately stepped back. She turned and looked at Fu Wan, who smelled like she had toppled the entire bottle of perfume on top of her head and didn't know what to think of this woman. Wasn't she pregnant? Then why was she wearing so much perfume? Just what the hell was this woman even thinking?
Does she not feel sick pouring so much perfume on top of her head?
Before Xiao Wu could say anything, the woman sitting on the couch stood up. Today she was wearing a crochet top that was too small for her and denim jeans. She looked at Bai Meiyue with an angry look on her face and spoke up, "Are you the one who is in charge of this place?"
