Du Wenzhen nodded, and the young female worker walked past them, heading straight to the largest office opposite.
Xiao Mu's face turned green, and his throat involuntarily surged, as if he might vomit again at any moment. His memory seemed stuck on the open Blackwood Bottle hanging from the female worker's chest. In his memory, the bottle's opening was like a black hole, inside a horrifying cesspool, "Can she tolerate that smell?"
Du Wenzhen laughed, "People tend to emulate what those above them enjoy, and besides, you get used to it over time."
As he spoke, Du Wenzhen suddenly sneered, with contempt in his voice, "Some people even think the Blackwood Bottle has a fragrance. They've written articles discussing the bottle's smell and taste, considering it a high taste. Those who think it stinks are just lacking taste."
Xiao Mu shivered, hurriedly saying, "I'd rather people say I lack taste."
