Mo Jiangqing raised his arm with a look of shock, sniffed himself to make sure there was no smell, and then spoke, "Mother, stop teasing your son. Where on earth would I have any smell on me?"
Chu Qingmeng frowned. "There is, but it's very faint."
Mo Jiangqing remembered, "My clothes got soiled this morning, so I wore Jiangche's. Perhaps I picked it up then? It's so faint, and Mother can still smell it?"
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