Coupled with his imposing temperament, people couldn't help but listen to him obediently.
Han qiqing sat down and placed her hands on her knees like a kindergartener, straightening her back.
She was waiting to see what he would do next.
However, he only glanced at the door and didn't say anything.
Han qiqing was confused.
The two of them remained silent for a minute or two. Finally, a knock on the door broke the silence.
"Come in," he said.
It was the maid with a glass of hot milk on the tray.
"Young master, here's the hot milk you wanted."
The maid placed the hot milk in front of him.
He reached out and touched it, as if to test the temperature. Then he raised his hand, indicating that the maid could leave.
The maid bowed, left the study, and gently closed the door.
Han qiqing was still confused. She looked at the hot milk in front of him and then looked up at his face.
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