Nan Qingqing saw Pei Yu's retreating figure and a hint of disdain spread across the depths of her eyes.
She glanced at the perfume and thought of Meng Yi, her mind harbored another thought.
She took out her phone and dialed Meng Yi.
The moment the call connected, Nan Qingqing heard the noise of loud music on the other end.
Meng Yi must be at a bar.
Her eyes murky, she spoke in a sweet voice, "Meng Yi, don't you love Ling You's perfume? I managed to get a bottle a few days ago. Where are you now? I'll come and give it to you."
Meng Yi's delighted voice rang out.
"Qingqing, I'll send you the address. Just come directly."
After hanging up the phone, Nan Qingqing saw her reflection in the black screen of her phone; her right cheek was slightly swollen, and the asymmetry between the two sides was apparent.
Anger showed on her face, and she clenched her fists.
"That damned old man, when I become the Nan Family's daughter again, the first thing I'll do is chop off his hands!"
