Gong Heng hurriedly soothed Mu Mian, patiently coaxing her like a child, "You used to speak so little that it took me some time to get used to it. But you are good this way, better to not stop even for a moment."
With her soft voice accompanying him, he would feel very at ease.
Mu Mian crunched on a meatball, her cheeks puffing out as she glared, "I'm thirsty, go get me a glass of milk quickly."
"It might be better to drink some soup."
"I want to drink milk."
"Okay." Gong Heng got up, tenderly going to pour her a glass.
Yun Chunxue stood by...
Over the past few years, who could have made Gong Heng run errands? His figure, like a towering and unyielding tree, was filled with endless authority.
Order him around?
What a joke.
In this world, he would only play the servant for Mu Mian, delighting in even the smallest matters of daily life.
Really, was Mu Mian that good?
