"Just got back." Nathan Moore slipped off his leather shoes.
Olivia Zane glided over in her wheelchair, picked up the briefcase from the shoe cabinet and placed it on her legs, then waited there.
After changing into slippers, Nathan pushed her into the living room.
Auntie Liu had already carried a tray upstairs, but Olivia called out loudly from behind.
"Auntie Liu, is the millet porridge you made for my sister ready? Don't let it burn to the pot."
"Ah?" Auntie Liu turned around, a puzzled expression on her face. She glanced at the male master behind the wheelchair, then smiled and replied, "Madam, how could I forget what you've asked me to do? It's already in the pot."
After finishing, she continued up the stairs, but couldn't resist murmuring under her breath, "Hypocritical."
