"Please wait a moment, ma'am. I'll go make the apple juice first, then the mango juice for you to drink."
With that, Mu Wu picked up a tray, chose a few apples and mangoes, and headed for the room's private bathroom.
"Ziquan, your two bodyguards are quite amusing. How have I never noticed that before?"
"That simpleton is actually making the apple juice first. It didn't occur to him to just peel a mango and make you a glass right away," Mu Ziquan said to Gu Jiaojiao, embarrassed.
"It's fine, really. I don't usually eat this late at night. I was just bored and thought I'd join you for a drink."
Gu Jiaojiao said, unconcerned, making small talk with them.
She would have much rather been sleeping than drinking juice, but Xia Qiuming's sudden, persistent high fever had frightened everyone, so she had to stay.
"Young Master, Ma'am said you should have a glass of malted milk to get your energy back." Mu Shan handed a glass of lukewarm malted milk to Mu Ziquan.
