116 The tigress lies low

Although Nian Xiaomu had doubts, she did not think that it was a big deal to pour a glass of milk.

She placed Xiao Liuliu on the sofa and got her to hold a marker to do some coloring on her own. Then, she picked up the glass and looked at the secretary.

"Where is the milk?"

The secretary threw her a look, turned around, and ordered, "Follow me."

Nian Xiaomu followed behind and entered the kitchen in the lounge.

Not only was there freshly delivered milk, there was a warmer too.

"The milk needs to be warmed for Little Miss to drink every day. You do it once and I will watch by the side. If there is any mistake, I will tell you," said the secretary with crossed arms as she stood leisurely by the side.

Her tone was not exactly polite, but there wasn't anything essentially wrong with it.

Nian Xiaomu couldn't cook, so being in the kitchen made her slightly nervous.