This day was nothing new for Wu Tian.
Going to school, coming back, and returning home.
He casually tossed his backpack onto the sofa and collapsed wearily onto it.
"Is there anything to eat?" After a full day of studying, he closed his eyes to relax and asked absentmindedly.
"Yes, Young Master, there is food in the kitchen," a strange voice replied. It sounded somewhat like a child's voice but also had a hoarse quality to it.
"Why is it you?!" Wu Tian suddenly opened his eyes and saw the figure standing next to him. He asked impatiently, "Where's Aunt?"
"Aunt is on leave," the figure replied, each word pronounced deliberately.
"Tsk." Wu Tian was not pleased. "You don't have to say anything; I get it." The figure's voice was unbearable, like a child with a hoarse throat from crying.
This was the servant his father had left for him, claiming it could protect him.
