The old man raised his brow and asked curiously. "What incense is that? Is it sandalwood or agarwood?"
"Sandalwood." Huo Yao did not raise her head as she placed the incense burner on a coffee table and lit the incense with a lighter.
The moment she lit it, a faint sandalwood scent wafted through the room quickly. There was an underlying fragrance of herbs in the incense, and it felt refreshing.
The old man was a frequent user of incense, so he knew a thing or two about them. Also, he was in the habit of using top-grade incense. However, he clearly looked surprised when he smelled Huo Yao's incense.
"There seem to be a lot of Chinese herbs in the incense." He paused for two seconds and sniffed the air before he said in surprise, "This is good incense."
Huo Yao raised her brow and looked at the old man lying in bed. "You sure know your stuff. How could you claim to be from the countryside?"
