C638 A Pillow for a Pillow

At Jiang Xiaotian's private villa on Wutong Street, the butler stood anxiously at the table, absentmindedly stirring a cup of milk.

Once he deemed the milk's temperature just right, he passed it to Jiang Xiaotian.

Rubbing his throbbing forehead, Jiang Xiaotian eyed the cup and grumbled, "Uncle, I asked for coffee. Why did you bring milk again?"

Despite his complaint