Actually, Murong Chen understood what Nan Qiao meant.
Nan Qiao was afraid that if she learned it, he would leave the company. At that time, he would go out and find a new job. That would mean he had worked in the Shengjing Group for so many years for nothing, so she chose to push all the responsibility to him.
There was a bottle of milk on the table. It must have just been taken out of the fridge. There were still water droplets on it. This was not the bottle he had given her just now.
When he held the milk, Murong Chen felt that it was still warm from his sister's hand. A hole had finally appeared on the iceberg that had not melted for ten thousand years.
Murong Chen called his assistant.
"Help me buy some allergy medicine and bring it to the villa."
Then, he grabbed the bottle of milk and drank it in one gulp.
The milk seemed to taste much better. It tasted like a jar of honey. Murong Chen had never known that milk could taste so good.
