Yan Rufeng said calmly, "Who just said I was wasting things?"
Xu Jiaojiao pouted and said sweetly, "Sister, I was wrong, okay? Is there any more of that fruit juice?"
A mature woman acting cute was something Yan Rufeng couldn't stand.
Yan Rufeng pointed to the cup in front of him.
"Sister, that cup of fruit juice was originally mine. If you want to drink it, go ahead and take it!"
Xu Jiaojiao unceremoniously picked up the cup in front of Yan Rufeng and raised her hand, drinking it all in one go.
"Ah..."
"Refreshing, this kind of ice-cold fruit juice is really invigorating!"
Yan Rufeng smiled, "Sister, what do you think about packaging this fruit juice and selling it in large quantities in your trading house?"
"Oh!"
Xu Jiaojiao suddenly became energetic.
"Brother Rufeng, that's a great idea. How come I didn't think of it? But once this fruit juice is sold, won't others start to mimic it in large quantities, eventually losing its market appeal over time?"
