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"So next time, Mr. Butler won't dislike my mom anymore?" Li Duidui's thoughts were very clear, always able to grasp the key points. As he spoke, he looked toward the senior butler not far away, his cheeks puffed out like a child sulking and muttered, "Mom said Duidui shouldn't dislike Mr. Butler just because he isn't nice to Mom, but Duidui still won't like Mr. Butler. Because Mom will always be Duidui's mom. My mom hasn't done anything to hurt Mr. Butler, so why does Mr. Butler dislike my mom and hurt her?"
Lin Zhiya gently tousled his soft hair, "Yes, Grandma doesn't know why either. Perhaps sometimes adults like to look at people through colored lenses rather than simply because of who they are, like Duidui does."
The senior butler stood uneasily in place, his aged face burning with shame. He wanted several times to defend his actions, but his throat felt as though it was stuffed with cotton, and he could not utter a single word, "Madam, young master, I…"
