Rong Yan had changed so much that her head spun. Seeing the fine sweat on her assistant's forehead as she organized the clothes, Rong Yan walked over, picked up the orange juice Qin Yang had brought in, and handed it to her, "You've worked hard. Here, have some water."
"Uh, this is the orange juice Qin Yang bought for Rong Yan. I shouldn't really drink it." The assistant said, frightened, hurriedly refusing with her hand.
Rong Yan, holding back a laugh, forcefully put it in her hand, "Just take it and drink! The nearest supermarket is a twenty-minute walk away. Do you want to go buy water instead? Besides, I've applied lipstick, I can't drink it even if I wanted to. If you don't drink it, it will just go to waste. Why bother?"
"But I..."
Rong Yan knew what she was worried about, "Don't worry, he won't know. Besides, since he brought it in, it'd be a waste not to drink."
