However, Housekeeper Chen hadn't been downstairs for long before receiving another call from Yan Yan.
"Bring another glass of milk up."
The man's tone was cool and indifferent, as he sat by the bed drinking coffee, looking at a certain young girl who was eagerly watching him.
Yun Qiluo's big, clear eyes were watery under the light, staring at the coffee in his hand.
She clearly wanted to taste what that pitch-black thing was like.
When she saw Yan Yan making a phone call, her eyes lit up, but when she heard it was for milk, her little mouth pouted in disappointment.
Over there, Housekeeper Chen was like: "???"
Why send milk??
Could their master have grown tired of coffee?
Is he starting a middle-aged health regimen?
Although his small head was filled with big questions, as a professional housekeeper, he quickly ran to the kitchen to arrange it.
Hanging up the phone, Yun Qiluo sprawled on the bed, pouting and watching him: "Beautiful woman..."
