"Madam Song, please go back." The butler looked at Zhang Tong outside the main gate and said indifferently, "Our master has said he won't see you."
"Impossible, I am Madam Song, how can Mr. Quan not want to see me." Zhang Tong retorted in a strangled voice, displeased.
"Go and tell Master Quan that I'm here to talk about the car accident. I won't leave until I've seen him."
The butler looked at Zhang Tong's arrogant and domineering manner and sneered inside.
Like mother, like daughter, no wonder Song Xirou is so annoying. It's hereditary.
"I'm sorry, please go back, or we'll have to forcibly remove you."
"What?" Zhang Tong looked at him as if she was about to devour him alive, "What right do you, a butler, have to talk to me like this? You aren't Mr. Quan, who are you to decide to drive me away?"
In her eyes, a mere butler should be polite to her.
The butler was speechless.
Some people just couldn't understand plain language.
