As soon as he saw him, he immediately inserted a straw into the milk he had been holding and handed it over.
"It's warm. Take small sips. I just did some research online and it says that drinking some warm milk can soothe the stomach!"
Ji Mo took the milk, feeling the slight warmth of the milk carton in his palm, the temperature comforting.
"How did you heat this up?"
"Isn't there a water room?" Ye Qiao smiled, still somewhat apologetic, "Director Ji, I'm really... sorry."
"It's not your fault. It's my own carelessness. One who doesn't know isn't guilty, I don't blame you."
"And still, you say that!" Ye Qiao frowned at once, "Why didn't you say you can't eat spicy food? Thank goodness it wasn't serious. If something had really happened, I... would have regretted it to death!"
His stomach was indeed an old problem, but it wasn't so fragile that it couldn't handle a little bit of trouble.
