Fu Nancheng wanted her to create a fragrance? Su Ci considered it for a moment, then replied… ... In the study at Yu Garden. The temperature around Fu Nancheng plummeted. Su Ci had hung up on him. She *dared* to hang up his call. He dialed again, only to be met with an automated voice: "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable." He tried twice more with the same result. "Um... President