He Qiao hadn't seen the press conference that day, but she later heard all about it from Shan Wei.
So now, looking at the perfumes in Chu Yao's hands, she was only envious, not confused.
"Sister Yaoyao, you're so lucky."
He Qiao's eyes sparkled.
Chu Yao tilted her chin at her, slinging an arm over He Qiao's shoulder and waggling her eyebrows. "Hehe, jealous?"
He Qiao nodded.
"Then keep on being jealous."
He Qiao: "..."
Chu Yao's eyes were full of playful gloating, but it wasn't arrogant, just the friendly banter between friends. As she spoke, she picked out three bottles from the perfume-laden table and handed them to He Qiao. "For you."
He Qiao froze, quickly trying to refuse. "No, no, I can't..."
But Chu Yao didn't let her finish, stuffing the items into her hands. "You've been with me for so long, and I've never gotten you anything. Take them. They're not even on the market yet—they're one of a kind. I've tried all of these, and I think these three suit you best."
