Chloe Winston looked at his childish, spoiling behavior, feeling at a loss for words. She placed the warmed milk on the small coffee table in front of the sofa and said coldly, "Will you drink it?" The man stared fixedly at her fair little face, noticing she wasn't smiling and her adorable dimples were absent. He immediately frowned and poked her little face, trying to appease her, "Baby, don't be mad, I'll drink it."
Then, he looked at the milk with disdain, closed his eyes, and drank it all in one go. He pressed his handsome face close to Chloe's, holding her little face and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I drank it all, is there a reward?"
Chloe's mouth twitched slightly, thinking this old man was really childish to death. She replied expressionlessly, "No reward, misbehave and you'll sleep on the sofa tonight."
