Butler Santana called out and headed toward the staircase.
Chale Cheney was very obedient and immediately let go of Riceball, cheerfully walking to the dining table.
The table was decorated with beautiful multicolored silk flowers, vibrant and eye-catching.
"Miss Serval, would you like some more?"
"No need, I had breakfast at the hotel," Lilac Serval shook her head, "I'll just wait for Chale."
Butler Santana didn't say much but poured hot tea for Lilac Serval.
Riceball was well-behaved, occasionally lying at Chale Cheney's feet and sometimes standing up to turn around, without causing any fuss.
Chale Cheney drank his milk and ate his sandwich, along with his favorite egg tarts and strawberry cheese.
The scent of breakfast lingered in the air, sweet and fragrant.
"Aunt Lilac, is Jasy feeling better?" he asked, blinking.
"Much better."
"Then is she still asleep? It's so early; it might disturb Jasy's lazy morning sleep."
