C50 It Was Ruined by a Glass of Milk

Ning Huaihuai reached out and took the milk. Although she was full of gratitude, she still complained softly, "Milk! I remember that every time you work, you always bring a cup of coffee."

Unexpectedly, Xie Tangfeng said with a cold face, "You can't touch things like coffee. If you want to drink it, drink it. If you don't want to drink it, give it to me