With such an unforeseen event, the Fragrance Festival could not continue. The organizers were prepared to send the prizes to the homes of the contestants.
Tan Rou had already won first place. It was meaningless to win first place again, so she didn't want this award.
Song Xiang hesitated for a while, but she still went to Tan Rou's side. "Tan Rou, can we talk alone for a while?"
Tan Rou knew what Song Xiang wanted to talk about. She didn't mind telling Song Xiang asking her where she had been all these years and whether she would return to the Association of Fragrance in the future. However, Tan Rou didn't want to join her.
"I don't have time. Such a big thing happened just now. My heart is still beating violently, so I have to go to the hospital now," Tan Rou said.
Song Xiang took out her phone. "Then leave your current contact information so that we can send you the prizes in the future."
