"Hmph, aren't you very popular? But why didn't anyone buy the two perfumes you made?" Looking at the LED screen, the corners of Feng Jianing's lips subconsciously curled up.
The two perfumes that Feng Qing had made were unexpectedly cold and in an unattended state. This made her feel that she had crushed Feng Qing in her heart, and she was instantly smug.
"Uncle Feng, let's take a photo of Jianing's perfume and find someone to hype it up after the competition. What do you think?" Seeing that Feng Jianing's perfume had become explosive, Cao Beining ran to Feng Yuanzhou and suggested.
As the young master of the Cao family, he was naturally influenced by how to earn money since he was young. So how could he let go of such a good opportunity to earn money? He dared to guarantee that as long as it worked well, Feng Jianing's perfume would definitely bring about the perfume industry of the Cao and Feng families.
