Lin Ruoyao kept staring at the juice cup in Han Yi's hand, her eyes filled with undisguised excitement.
"Drink up, come on! It's sweet and sour, very tasty! This juice was made with Little Lin's help!"
Zhuang Surong urged earnestly from the side.
Han Yi glanced at Lin Ruoyao.
She slightly narrowed her eyes.
"If you don't want to drink it, then don't!" Gong Tingxuan reached out and took the juice from her hand.
"Sorry, Auntie, I can't drink juice when I have a cold."
Han Yi smiled apologetically.
That glass of juice, she simply couldn't drink it.
Seeing how Lin Ruoyao's gaze always seemed off.
"You despise me, don't you! I knew it, you've always looked down on me!"
Lin Ruoyao felt uncomfortable that her scheme didn't succeed.
"Uh, Little Lin, don't overthink it, Han Yi just has a cold and can't drink cold stuff. She doesn't mean to look down on you, come on, let's eat instead of drinking juice!"
Zhuang Surong quickly mediated, and only then did Lin Ruoyao sit down.
