"Little Bella, how long have you been here?" Tim Season couldn't resist probing.
"I just arrived." Bella Woods pretended to be casual, then worriedly asked, "Did I ... come at a bad time, interrupt your meeting?"
"No, not at all." Tim Season waved his hand hurriedly, "You arrived just in time, we just finished, and I was about to leave with the documents."
Tim Season waved the documents in his hand and walked out.
As he reached the door, Tim Season couldn't help but glance back inside.
When Bella Woods picked up the milk tea, Ashton Marshall naturally took it from her, helped her take it out, and inserted the straw to feed her.
"Is it good?"
Whenever Ashton Marshall spoke to her, he was always three times more gentle than usual.
Bella Woods took a sip with a smile, her eyes sparkling, and brought the milk tea to Ashton Marshall's lips, "Try it, it's really good, fragrant and sticky."
The Ashton Marshall that Tim Season knew would utterly resist sweet foods like milk tea.
