Tang Ying, upon hearing this, the ease that had finally returned to her face suddenly drained away, leaving her pale.
She clenched her fists, grinding her teeth in secret, Damn Tang Huai!
"Rice soup with milk, the taste is very pure. Would you like some?" Tang Huai, seeing that Tang Ying did not accept the cup for a long time, had to raise the cup higher and smiled while looking at her.
Seeing Tang Huai's smiling face, Tang Ying really wanted to tear it apart, Pretense!
"I don't want it." Just call it rice soup or call it milk, but rice soup with milk, who knows if it tastes good!
Tang Huai smiled, Tang Ying wouldn't drink, so she did.
She sipped lightly, the taste was really good!
"Your face doesn't look good, are you alright?" Tang Huai asked with concern, feigning ignorance.
Suddenly, Tang Ying curled her lips into a soft smile, "Tang Huai, Brother Jing Xuan must have spent a lot of money, right?"
"What?"
