She had already ordered seven or eight dishes, yet somehow, in his eyes, it seemed like she hadn't ordered enough.
Rong Yan felt awkward for a moment and said, "For now, that's all."
"If possible, could you also get me a glass of juice? I read online that their freshly squeezed juices are quite good. Since we're here, do you want to try it too?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than she regretted it.
Oh, how could she have forgotten about this man's status, treating him as if he were an ordinary person like herself?
Drinks like freshly squeezed juice, which she considered low-end, might be something that he scorned even to sip in his daily life.
She remembered that the refrigerator at Dihor Garden stocked only Evian brand mineral water, the kind that cost two to three hundred a bottle from the high-end series. It made her so nervous that she never dared to drink water from the fridge, usually just filling her own mug from the water dispenser.
