Olivia drove to the Hilton Hotel to pick her up.
As soon as they entered, she sniffed around like a police dog.
Emily chuckled, "What are you sniffing for?"
"I'm sniffing out the scent of a scumbag," Olivia said seriously as she sniffed from the living room to the bedroom, nodding in satisfaction. "It seems Mr. Satan is a good man. I trust him with you."
Emily laughed, "You can tell he's a good man just by his smell? That's impressive!"
Olivia proudly puffed out her chest, "Let me tell you, scumbags always have one characteristic—they carry the scent of other women. Whether it's the smell of makeup or perfume, I can sniff it out. You, I know you the best. Even though you used to be a makeup artist, you rarely use makeup. So, I can easily tell whether Mr. Satan has had close contact wi
