"She's quite right." Bo Yimo spoke slowly, his cool voice filled with unquestionable certainty, inadvertently revealing a noble air, like a king who gazes down upon the world.
Old Mrs. Zhan felt indignant but didn't dare say anything in front of Bo Yimo, only planning to handle things privately when he wasn't around.
The butler following behind sighed; why hasn't the old lady learned her lesson? She has already suffered once, and here she goes again.
He felt quite helpless.
The madam asked him to keep an eye on the old lady, but he just wanted to say one thing: "I can't do it!"
He felt exhausted.
Especially lately, he felt increasingly powerless.
#AnOldButlerOverwhelmedWithSorrow#
Thankfully, the meal was already prepared, and a few servants brought the dishes into the living room.
Everyone walked to the table and sat down.
Old Mrs. Zhan sat at the head of the table, with Bo Yimo to her left and Tong Yan to her right.
"Let's eat."
