"Thank you… wait, what?"

The gentle tone Yuan Zhou used made her instinctively assume he was answering with "Yes, no problem. This refill is on the house." or something like that. That was why Gao Song had instinctively thanked him.

She only reacted after thanking him. Her mood immediately shifted as she looked at Yuan Zhou with her eyes wide in astonishment.

"Yes, the rules are written on the wall. No refills for watermelon juice," Yuan Zhou pointed at the wall behind Gao Song.

Using her hand as the comb, Gao Song ran her fingers through her hair and calmed down before saying, "I will order another glass of watermelon juice then. Thank you."

"You're welcome, but one person can only order one glass of watermelon juice per day," Yuan Zhou felt like this was the most gentle he had ever spoken before. After all, he had to be tolerant when speaking with a beauty.

Although this glass of watermelon juice was ordered and paid for by Wu Hai, but one glass per person had always been th