"After discussing for so long, who exactly is going to bring Young Master his meal?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the maids who had been huddled together eagerly gossiping immediately dispersed.
The group shoved each other, hesitant, but none wanted to step into the room that chilled the corridor with its icy aura.
"What are you all doing standing here?" Just then, George came up from downstairs, seeing them crowded at the door, pushing and shoving, he frowned and slowly approached.
"George, thank goodness, you're finally here!" Upon seeing him, several maids lit up like they'd seen their savior, eagerly approaching with bright eyes.
Staring into these pairs of oddly bright eyes, George felt an ominous sensation, and couldn't help but step back, "What do you guys want?"
"George, you are the kindest, most warm-hearted, most righteous man in the world."
"That's right, George, you really are the most helpful, gentlemanly man we've ever met."
