C66 A Poor Assassin

Zhang Xiaodong had become accustomed to preparing breakfast in the early morning.

Spending so much time with Nalan Feifei, he had also grown used to looking after her.

"Why do I have to drink milk in the morning? I asked for soy milk. Can't you get even this simple thing right?"

Nalan Feifei's face was a picture of haughty displeasure as she shot an annoyed look at Zhao Zhengping