"Good evening, boss Yuan,"
When Tao Ran saw Yuan Zhou wash his hands and come out of the kitchen after washing the things in his hands, he immediately greeted him.
It wasn't that she was afraid of Yuan Zhou because he always had a serious face. She didn't mean it that way. Although Yuan Zhou always had a serious face, didn't have a kind expression and had a strong aura, Tao Ran had been making a living since she was young. She could still clearly sense the kindness and evil intentions of others. Therefore, she wasn't afraid of Yuan Zhou at all.
She was very grateful to Yuan Zhou, as if this was the only way to express her gratitude in her heart. She had always been polite.
"Good evening," she said. Yuan Zhou slightly eased his expression and nodded his head, saying that.
"May I ask if there's Peach Milk today?" Tao Ran asked in a low voice.
