C1051 Stand Straight

Hearing Ye Zimo's teasing, Xia Yihan came in alone. The servant wanted to give Xia Yihan some milk, but when he saw a glass of milk on the table, he thought Xia Yihan had already poured it for him and left.

Xia Yihan picked up the cup of milk and took a big gulp, smacking her lips. "This milk doesn't taste right."

"Let me try?" Ye Zimo leaned over from behind Xia Yihan