Afterward...
"Too sweet, make another one."
"You forgot the lemon again, Wen Laibao, are you a pig? You just did it and you still forget."
Lai Bao almost didn't throw the floral tea in his face, then tossed her head proudly: I'm not serving you anymore.
But the reality was: Fine, add lemon, add honey, you have money, so you are the boss.
"The chocolate's gone, go buy some for me, and get the groceries for lunch on your way back. I want beef, big shrimp..."
The house was scarcely cleaned, and Lai Bao was already tired out. Mu Bai was treating her like a servant!
No, he was treating her like an ox to be ordered around!
After she tended to Mu Bai's stomach, the boss finally went back to his room for a nap. That idle and languid manner—was there any sign of someone fighting for an inheritance?
Lai Bao wondered if Mu Bai would even have the capability to bear the weight of that crown, should he truly seize control of the company.
