Twins

Luo Lin was a little obsessed with cleanliness. He usually washed his own clothes and did not let his assistant do it.

Xinyue nodded. "Yes, let's hurry up. The stain is fresh. There should be a chance to save it."

Zheng Lida's assistant kept saying, "Ms. Qiao, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. When I went to deliver Brother Lida his coffee, I didn't pay attention and accidentally spilled it. I'm really sorry for turning your clothes into this mess…"

This assistant was just a young lady. Her eyes were red as she held back her tears. She looked pitiful.

Qiao Weiyang's heart ached for her clothes, but she didn't blame the assistant. She said, "It's okay. It's not your fault. Don't cry."

She handed her a tissue.

Regardless of whether she was being hypocritical or genuine in front of the cameras, the assistant was quite grateful. Otherwise, she really could not afford to compensate.