C1664 My Son Has a Headache Talking Less

"Brother Ziyuan, can you get sugar for me?"

The young lady who had ordered coffee put her palms together and sincerely begged him.

Mu Ziyuan's eyes coldly glanced at the used milk essence. He nodded his head and turned around to walk towards the kitchen.

Mu Ziyuan did not speak much. Other than the occasional mention of his name, most of the time he would nod his head. Otherwise