"Simon, Kern, this face mask is for both men and women. It's imported, so it's very expensive. You've worked hard today. Let me help you put it on."

The two men were amused by her words. Simon in particular, who was about forty years old, couldn't help but smile wryly. He had never applied a facial mask before.

Vivian thought smugly that since she performed for them and gave them her facial masks, they couldn't complain even if she still did nothing tomorrow. A satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of her Lips. Meanwhile, in the wooden house of the second group.

“I don't know what to say. Can't I just stay quiet?" Judy asked innocently, blinking at Sean.

Sean was at a loss for words. "Well, how about at least saying goodnight to everyone?”