Xu Meng stole a glance at Jing Yan's face and waved her hand to refuse her. "I can't come every day, forget it. I don't want to be an eyesore to President Jing."
She wanted to visit He Miao every day, but some people might not want their time together to be disturbed by others, right?
He Miao laughed at her exaggerated expression. The two of them chatted and laughed as they finished their lunch. Jing Yan stood up and quietly tidied up the table, then walked to the side to heat up a glass of milk for He Miao.
Her body was in need of nutrition now, and she happened to like drinking milk, so Jing Yan naturally provided for her a few times a day. He Miao's skin had become smoother and fairer recently.
