The back of the man in front was as firm and straight as a Greek statue, and also like the work of an ice sculpture master. He was so cold that there was no warmth, but he was so beautiful.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Bucky had no choice but to lower his head again. "Then I'll go persuade Young Madam."
Bucky turned around and walked up the stairs.
Aman's lips, as thin as a blade, were tightly pursed. When Bucky went upstairs, he saw Chloe returning to her bedroom, across from Aman's main bedroom.
Upon hearing the sound of footsteps, the two maids turned around, and their pleasant surprise faded away in an instant.
"Where's the Young Madam?" Bucky asked.
"He didn't come out after entering... Bucky said in a low voice.
"Young Master, he... The elite opened his mouth.
"Maybe it's not convenient for him to talk to Young Madam in this afternoon's conversation with Miss Nangong." Bucky said, "I just told Young Master to let him come up and talk to Young Madam."
