The butler giggled as he stuffed the fluffy rabbit into the Old Master's arms. Its pinkness illuminated his face.
The Old Master's face was still wrought with anger, but his gaze landed on the fluffy rabbit.
The butler grinned. "The Young Master sure knows how to pick a gift."
The Old Master rolled his eyes at him. Then, he picked the fluffy rabbit up and looked at it. Its two rabbit ears were raised—the Old Master folded one of the ears, and in an instant, one was high and the other was low.
"What is that brat thinking!? He wants to placate me with a damn rabbit? Can't he just give me a call!?
"Look at how long he's been gone! It's been almost half a year!"
The butler hurriedly poured him a cup of tea. "No, no. It hasn't even been five months."
