Country M, California, a certain manor.
The butler, dressed in uniform, stood stiffly behind an aristocratic lady, watching as her fingers turned white gripping the tablet—suddenly her expression whitened.
The butler bowed respectfully, placing his right hand on his breast in a standard salute, "Madam, there is really no need for you to be so anxious.
"The domestic affairs have been arranged by us long ago, and even now, losing a Ji Zexiu is not worth fussing over."
The butler's face was devoid of emotion, and his words were equally unfeeling.
The aristocratic lady's heart settled considerably, and she looked indirectly, staring at the butler who had served her for many years, and asked uncertainly, "Is that so?"
The butler nodded his head, "Of course, we are abroad; they cannot reach us, and furthermore… the situation with the young master Xi Gu hasn't been settled yet, we don't need to lose our reason so."
