The call went through not long after and she pressed the phone to her ear. After the other party answered, she smiled slightly and her clear voice sounded. She spoke in fluent French.
"Good morning, Charles."
After seconds of short silence, the person raised his voice uncontrollably.
"Oh my god, oh my god! Darling, it's you, right?!"
Shen Fanxing grinned and answered, "How have you been recently?"
"Oh my god, it's terrible. The scent-making competition is about to start and I'm going crazy from work. By the way, darling, you'll be participating in the competition, right?"
"Yes, I will."
"That's it! The championship that I'm determined to win is beyond my reach!"
Shen Fanxing replied casually, "Don't say that, but our competitors are always too good. We can't afford to let our guard down. Charles, you have to work hard!"