"For He Miao?" Zhong Fei's reaction was even bigger than He Miao's. She put down her chopsticks and walked over with a frown. When she saw the boxes of milk, her face turned pale.
He Wei pursed her lips and walked over to take a look. Her eyes were filled with jealousy as she asked He Miao, "Miaomiao, why did Jing Yan give you a gift?"
Before He Miao could reply, the butler explained with a smile, "Young Master said that since our Old Master treats Miss Miao as his own granddaughter, then Miss Miao will be his own sister from now on. This can be considered a gift in celebration."
'So that's how it is.' He Wei heaved a sigh of relief, her eyes filled with joy as she held He Miao's arm. "Don't you like milk the most? Quickly accept it."
He Miao avoided her hand and nodded coldly. "Then leave it here. I'm going to school."
