Being called "uncle" again, Li Fengnian frowned slightly, but there was no turmoil in his dark eyes. His gaze glanced over at the milk cup on the bedside table. He walked over, picked up the milk cup, and then handed it to He Lingling impassively, stating, "It's still warm, drink it."
He Lingling turned and glanced uneasily, feeling suspicious about the seemingly kind gesture of offering her milk. She sensed that Li Fengnian was not well-intentioned, so she pursed her lips, shaking her head, "I don't want to drink."
Li Fengnian commanded, "Even if you don't want to drink, you have to!"
He Lingling's face turned pale, rigidly speaking, "Thank you, but right now, I really don't feel like drinking it, can I drink it later...?"
"I don't want to repeat myself!" Li Fengnian took a step forward, his tall and upright figure emanating a sharp and powerful aura, overpowering, giving an oppressive feeling.
