Han Chen came out with a glass of juice and saw her staring dazedly at a men's shirt. Judging by the fabric and tailoring, it must be a high-end custom piece, owned by someone with impeccable taste.
He walked over slowly, bent over, and handed her the juice, "Have a drink, it'll still be a while before we dock."
Xiao Yu snapped out of her thoughts, quickly stuffed the shirt into the suitcase, and zipped it up before taking the juice. She thanked Han Chen, "Thank you, even though we're just strangers passing by, you're still willing to help me out."
Han Chen sat down next to her, "You're the Third Young Lady's friend; the Third Young Master specifically instructed me to look after you while we were in the United Kingdom, so it's my duty. You don't need to thank me."
Xiao Yu took a sip of the juice and smiled, "The juice is delicious, like freshly squeezed. It's nice to be wealthy; you get to enjoy life and don't have to worry about money."
