"Did Feihong get up?"
"Probably... not yet."
Nangong Yaoling nodded, his gaze falling on the glass of milk in front of him.
"Send this glass of milk to him for breakfast."
"Yes, I understand." Qin Yi nodded.
Nangong Yaoling closed his eyes slightly, intermittently controlling his urge to go mad with anger.
Situ Yan sat at the dining table.
While eating breakfast, he looked at the milk in front of him.
He picked it up and took two sips.
"Hmm..." He frowned slightly.
"Why is the hotel's milk so sweet?" he said speechlessly.
The butler happened to be cleaning the bedroom, and Nangong Feihong said, "Hey, what kind of flavor is your milk, it's so sweet?"
The butler hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Sir, the milk here is all like this, it's not sweet, it's just because of the rich creaminess... you'll get used to it after a few drinks."
Nangong Feihong complained, "This is clearly sweet! If you don't believe it, have a taste!"
