Ji Chengzhou looked confused, "What substitute?"
All the pent-up frustration in Sang Qian had smoldered throughout the night, and the perfume was the last straw, "Yiyao uses this perfume. I like you, but I will never stoop so low as to be someone else's substitute."
Ji Chengzhou seemed incredulous, "You think I want you to be Yiyao's substitute?"
"Isn't it?"
"The perfume was a gift from Yiyao. She said she owed you an apology for involving you in the café incident."
A gift from Yiyao?
Sang Qian was stunned; this response was unexpected and differed completely from what she had thought.
The atmosphere instantly turned awkward.
She abruptly changed the subject, "My hair is still a bit damp; I'm going to blow dry it again."
Ji Chengzhou grasped Sang Qian as she turned to leave, "What exactly is wrong with you tonight?"
He could sense something was off with her emotions.
Sang Qian turned around, smiling at Ji Chengzhou, "I'm fine."