Gao Cheng was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of milk in his hand and watching TV. Chen Bing on the side saw that Gao Cheng had maintained this posture for a long time, and the milk in his hand must have been cold. "Master, give me the cup." Chen Bing stood up and walked over to give Gao Cheng a cup of milk. Sometimes Chen Bing is a little afraid of Gao Cheng and can't explain why his small body has such a powerful intimidation. He sat there motionless as he had something to do. ...