"Is that so? That's quite surprising to me! Normally, she has to drink her milk before she can slowly fall asleep!"
Upon hearing that Angel had already fallen asleep, Cheng Zhiming was somewhat astonished. He knew Angel always lacked a sense of security, which was why she did that. It was unexpected that Mu Xinlan could make her feel secure, probably because Mu Xinlan had rescued her.
Mu Xinlan shrugged her shoulders and replied, "She fell asleep, what a pity for the milk you cooked!"
"Not a pity!"
Cheng Zhiming turned off the stove, poured the milk into an empty glass, and handed it to her, "Please drink this glass of milk. Thank you for taking care of Angel!"
"Thank you!"
Mu Xinlan smiled, naturally reaching out to take the milk Cheng Zhiming handed to her, saying, "Didn't expect you to take the time to personally cook milk for Angel! I thought you were always very busy!"
