Shi Su was deeply engrossed in the script in the car when suddenly the door opened, and Chuyu came in with a displeased expression, picking up the automatic kettle to leave the car.
The kettle contained freshly boiled water, scorching hot.
Shi Su quickly reached out to stop her: "Where are you going?"
Chuyu rolled her eyes toward the outside of the car: "I don't know where Xia Yilin faced a setback, but she's in a terrible mood. Her assistant is not around at the moment. She just passed by me and said she was thirsty, asked me to make a pot of black tea for her, acting all high and mighty with a bad attitude. I originally didn't want to agree, but the field manager was watching from the side. If I directly refused, it would seem like we're unfriendly to her."
Upon hearing this, Shi Su decisively took back the kettle from her hand and then handed her a bottle of iced black tea from the car: "Give this to her."
Chuyu was surprised: "Will this be okay?"
