Lan Xiao's mouth twitched. A sip of each?
As expected of a n-generation rich young master from a big family. Only a young master like him could think of the way to drink each of them.
Lan Xiao smiled and picked a glass of fruit juice.
"I'll just drink this orange juice."
"Oh, oh. Then I'll put it here. If it's not enough, you can take more." Song Hefeng's lips curved into a smile, and his mood suddenly became very good.
Song Qiaoqiao raised her hand, covered her mouth, and coughed a few times.
Crazy, he was really crazy.
Song Hefeng, who had always been arrogant and protective, was like an extremely docile little wolfdog in front of Lan Xiao.
She never knew that song Hefeng had such a side to him.
Usually, he would not even accept anyone's drinks, let alone give them to others.
Now, he was personally getting drinks for Lan Xiao, and it was not just one type?
This was really like the sun rising from the West.
