He naturally didn't need to do anything himself; all he needed to do was lift his chin slightly. Unfortunately, it was tough for the two bodyguards who came down with him. By the time they came back upstairs, each was carrying four or five plates.
Having freshened up, Norris Moore emerged from the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and was shocked to see a table full of steaming hot breakfast, "Trenton Smith, are you feeding pigs?"
Trenton Smith, who was standing aside ready for her praise, expecting Norris to compliment his thoughtfulness in choosing all her favorite foods, received such a comment instead, causing his face to darken immediately. He sat down and took a sip of his black coffee.
What a terrible habit.
Norris pushed the soy milk in front of her towards Trenton Smith, lifting her chin, "Pour out the coffee. From now on, you're not allowed to drink coffee in the morning."
She had the demeanor of the mistress of the house.
Trenton Smith let out a cold snort.
