"..." Xi Zheng was a bit speechless about the cup and passed it to An Chuyu.
An Chuyu took it a beat slower, brought her mouth to the straw, and took a sip of water to moisten her throat.
Zhao Man finished touching up her makeup, her eyes wandering over the face of the man wearing a mask, recognizing him. An Chuyu's marriage had been a hot topic lately, and with Xi Zheng accompanying her abroad many times, his face was actually quite recognizable, even now with a mask on.
"This isn't your assistant, is it?" Zhao Man asked.
An Chuyu openly admitted, "He's my husband, he came with me."
Zhao Man nodded in understanding, "You two are so loving."