Adults are fine, but children simply can't resist this sweet smell.
Jiang Ran was in the upper bunk, right above the two kids, and couldn't see their expressions at the moment, but could hear them swallowing their saliva.
Since this woman has malted milk and biscuits, why didn't she give the kids some earlier?
Even if she didn't think of it earlier, she should give them some now, right?
Just then, the man came back.
The man casually put the things on the table, picked up the malted milk and took a sip, then sighed contentedly, "Nice!"
The man drank the malted milk while eating biscuits, shaking his head from time to time, clicking his tongue in appreciation.
Watching him shake his head like that, Jiang Ran's mind could only think of one phrase: Smash his stupid head!
Jiang Ran even doubted for a moment whether this man was indeed the father of the children or the woman's husband, but maybe just a colleague or relative or something.
