Yin Shuiling's large eyes blinked for a moment as she asked, "This, can I drink this?"
"Sure!" The rich young guy stood up and personally took a bottle of fresh milk that was in the shape of a milk bottle and handed it over to Yin Shuiling. "This is fresh milk. The taste…is very good, Miss Yin doesn't have to worry and can drink this without having to worry."
"Oh." Yin Shuiling took it in her small hand, as she lifted her head up to look at the man beside her. "Older Brother, I will drink it now."
She felt that these uncles were all so weird. She did not know what they were laughing at.
What was wrong about her drinking milk?
She did not do anything wrong, nothing wrong at all. Yin Muchen's dark eyes fell on her pink, jade-like face. She was too pure and did not know that in these type of gatherings, there were some things that were treated as fun and thrilling things.
